As if mother nature knew of the thrill of the big day, she sent shimmers of frozen ice particles to dance in the sun drenched air. They reminded me of what frozen fireflies might look like.
We sat in the arena and cheered on our Mite-y skaters as they reveled in playing their first full ice game. For the first time of their "storied" hockey careers they skated all the way down the ice and back again. They learned that two minute shifts, on big ice, can make your legs burn. Scoring a goal on big ice, is really, hard, work. But victory tastes even sweeter after you have left all your sweat and effort on the ice. They also felt the sting of defeat, when exhaustion kicks in long before the minutes on the clock expired.
We bring our hockey loving, living, eating, breathing kids... to the rink for a day... and they leave with rosy cheeks, sweat-filled-hockey-stink-soaked gear, and hockey-filled dreams as they nod off to sleep.