It must be my mad cheerleading skills that contributed to the creation of these little athletes. I watch them with sheer joy, amazement, and jealousy. How I wish I could rock that footwork. How I longed to enjoy something and be so good at it that I would run until sweat beads formed on my upper lip. I seriously wanted some sweat beads in elementary school. I coveted Erin Craven's sweat beads. But anyway, God (and Brian, I guess) gave me these two little soccer gems so that I might live vicariously through them. And for that, I am grateful.