It’s nearly September, and the beginning of volleyball season means that fall is right around the corner.  Summer has been wonderful and fun and full of memories.  I love summer…but fall?  Well, I could die for fall.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.  My niece, Grace or Gracious as I call her, and Caleb’s sister, Lydia, are playing on the high school volleyball team this year.  I ran home from work and errands, Caleb grilled steaks for a 4:30 supper (’cause he’s wonderful like that) and we ran out to watch their very first game.

Gracious, #15

Gracious, #15

Lydia, #18

Lydia, #18

Aaaaah, a gym full of the sounds of squeaking tennis shoes and twelve girls shouting and yelling “I got it!” and the shrill whistle of the ref and parents cheering, ’tis a fun time in life.  I was so proud of my Gracious and of Lydia.  This is Grace’s senior year and her first time to play on an actual volleyball team though she’s played for fun for quite a few years.  They did such a great job!  Even though they lost and my seat was sore from the metal bleachers (why oh why do they not put padding on those things?), we had a grand evening.

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