I’ve made no secret of what a little punk Declan has been lately. Seriously. When Bryan, the Saint of Patient Fathers, follows you around making psycho knife stabbing motions at your head behind your back, YOU ARE A PUNK KID. At least in 6 year old terms.
But there are little moments that make it all worth it.
Like when your friend Amy emails you and tell you the Colorado Rapids soccer team has a call out for kids in our district to carry the flags in to the stadium, and you hurry your ass and get those tickets, and you trudge over there in the pouring rain, and they warn you that the flag thing may be scrapped because of the weather, but they are taking the kids on a pre-game tour of the stadium anyway, and you watch you little baby walk into that gigantic structure with some dude in a Rapids jackets and 30 other kids, and you wait anxiously for him to resurface, because HELLO what are they doing in the locker room anyway???
And then POOF.
They walk out on the field with these expressions.
Kinda makes me willing to go through all those moments of punkiness, for just one moment like this.
P.S. Full photo set here.