Sarah scored a goal today. A real goal that soared right into the net just before the end of game. I know it is just Parks and Rec soccer, but I jumped out of my camping chair with both arms in the air as if it was some sort of World Cup game.

My brother recently sent around a video of my eight year old nephew making a free throw at a basketball game. He said watching that shot was more thrilling than any shot he had ever made. He's been the MVP for state tournament games. He's played in college national championships. But the free throw at the rec game trumped it all.

I've never played soccer, but I know what my brother means. When you have children, every wish or dream you've ever had is swallowed up in deeper hopes for them. Any triumph is for them. Any sacrifice is for them. Immediately and without notice, you begin living your life outside of yourself.

It's a risky business to live this way. The other side of great love is the potential for great hurt. I've felt some of this other side, and I'm not anxious for more. I like to hold on to days like today--a day when everyone is cheering, the sun is warm on my chest, and there is nowhere else but the sidelines of a second grade soccer field. He's right--it trumphs it all.