I was the only actual mother on the field for the Mother’s Day Game. It was so rough. Windy as hell, and fast as hell. We got clobbered 6 to 1. Laura, who is my former instructor playing on the opposing team, said to me as we came off the field, “we need to light a fire under your butt!” I know it!
After the game we had a great party with the chef from the Argentine Embassy, Miguel. His chorizo is the best!