Seven and a half hours in the car, one traffic jam outside of Colorado Springs, one defective set of directions to the West Mesa swimming complex, and one triumphant water polo game later, we are setting up shop in our comfortable Hampden Inn suite. The kids are fighting over mints from the lobby and so far I have rescued them from a defective shower and a defective television. I am extremely grateful for the prayers and well wishes that got us safely down here, and I am grateful that William got to play a bit in his first tournament game. He was an able defender, made a pass and one shot on goal (goalie blocked it). We now pray that Rob arrives safely from Kansas City and that he is able to recover from his 1 am arrival time tonight.
What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to conceive! Who would have guessed that twelve years after bringing our little girl into the world we would be cruising the American southwest to water polo tournaments, juggling laptops and gluten-free, dairy-free snacks. Going back even farther to the days when I played club water polo for Harvard, I never would have dreamed that one of my offspring would take up the sport. Even one year ago that would have seemed impossible, and this whole weekend of travel the faintest of possibilities. Once again - I am grateful.
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