fed and re energized, we again took to the open road for kzoo christian. however, when we arrived, it became glaringly obvious that the game was not actually held at this venue. an empty stadium met us, along with a portapotty. so while all the potty trained meistes peed, we frantically called anyone who may know where the game is actually held. then, in desperation, we just called anyone who may have heard of the wenkes. we connected with austin, carters older bro, and were once again on our way.
craig met us at the gate, and we gathered up everyone and their cold weather garmets and their snacks and their activities and made our way to the bleachers. so perhaps we missed the first quarter, we were there nonetheless. i made up for my severe lack of knowledge about the game by engaging the boys in facts i did know: carter is number 72, look at the scoreboard, see how those boys are running, etc. though the game was intense, i found my gaze mostly locked on my cuties: the little honey girl looking like a pink marshmallow, the boys zooming cars back and forth to eachother on the bleachers, maxer ringing the cowbell whenever we encouraged him to do so. adorable.
in the end, the comets lost. carter's season came to a close amid fans and family alike congratulating the players efforts. we again loaded the veen and headed for home only to repeat the gametime process for maxer's soccer game bright and early at 10 am the next morn. here are the incredibly cute spectators, all wore the exact same outfit as the night before.
here are the future soccer players, aka the younger brothers of maxer and his teammates. notice who is captivating them all, ayla jo.
sunday was a day of rest after all these games. we had the privilege of michael hidalgo back at ridge, the zoerhofs for an omelet lunch, and many rounds of trophy hunter for brad and the boys. a blessed day to recharge us for the week ahead!