Dear reader, we spent the better part of our weekend watching Sophie do this.
How does it feel to sit on cold, hard bleachers all day long and watch your firstborn hammer the living daylights out of a volleyball?
You don't even notice the bleachers.
You only marvel over how it is this girl is no longer the wide-eyed baby you bathed in the sink, the kindergartner who plowed through the Harry Potter series, the 6th grader who came home from school with food on her face, this girl with crazy ideas about the fourth dimension who grew taller than you in one summer and is now learning to gather those endless arms and legs into one great force to jump so high and hit so hard that you just sit there, playing it all through your mind, realizing you now know something about miracles you never understood before.