FC USA soccer - thank you.... TCA ... thank you. God - THANK YOU!!

Tristan's best friend has been on this team for a few years.  They recently had some spots open up.  It wasn't ideal. Practice at 4pm at TCA - you may remember I work until 5pm.

We worked it out so Holt could get him there - and friends would help when he couldn't - and then I could leave work an hour early to pick him up and get him to baseball. HUGE blessing

Has it been ideal?  HEEEECK no! But God.

He has no other kids to play with.
He has no other teams to join.
I know the moms and am "ok" asking for help

They are changing times in the summer (and going forward) so it's going to work!!!

Soccer was always his favorite but we had no one to play with. God answered my prayers.  Not only is it friends... IT'S GRAYSON.

For those that don't get it (no one reads my blog except my mom but someone may read the book some day)

TCA is a HUGE school and they don't "need" Tristan - they have a huge pool to pull from.  But they took him.  And then... Icing on the cake... the note from his coach.  

(mind you 4 boys are missing from this too..)









Remember... he's taken 2 YEARS OFF.  That's A TON.

I texted his coach the pictures and he replied...


THANKFUL

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