Saturday, August 24 2002:
Sharon runs the Hobble Creek half marathon. We’re too multi-booked to support or spectate. I’m not sure she minds especially. Caitlin plays her first soccer game, and puts on a churning, monumental performance. She’s become a very crafty player—and unlike our last practice, very supporting of her erring mates—placing herself just where she needs to be, doing just what she needs to do. They don’t get past her, and she gets past them. She’s the best player on the field. Proud, proud, proud.