soccer

What caught me off-guard today was that I was driving home from the grocery store and I saw a dance studio off to the side.  Without realizing it, I was thinking I wonder if Kayla would have liked to dance?  What activities would we have experienced with her?  And just as quickly, I was sobbing, remembering back to the hospital when my husband was able to express his regret over not being able to take her fishing, or teach her soccer.  In the same moment I was imagining her, 3 or 4 years old, dressed in a soccer uniform, and my husband happily taking her to practice.  All of the things we will never be able to do as a family occasionally bubble up to the surface.