I'm proud of you. I want you to always know that. I will always be proud of you. You are my son.
I'm proud of the way that you were always excited for soccer practice.
I'm proud of the way that you tried new things when Coach told you.
I'm proud of the way that you interacted with the other boys.
I'm proud that you were presented with opportunities to turn the other cheek.
I'm proud that you are learning to do that.
I'm proud that you have self-control.
Last night, is a night you will probably remember into adulthood. It is a night that I won't soon forget. My heart hurts for you, buddy. I want you to know that. I wish that it wouldn't have happened. I wish that the trophies would have gotten double checked. I wish that there were nine total instead of eight. I wish that your name didn't get left off the list. I wish I didn't have to hear you ask "Why is my trophy smaller?" and "Does this one say Sage on it, like the others?" I wish I didn't have to explain to you that mistakes happen.
My heart hurts when I think about how excited you were all day for that one evening. An evening that wasn't totally ruined, it just didn't turn out the way it should have. Man will fail us. God will not.
1 Corinthians 9:25 "Everyone who competes in the game goes into strict training. They do it to get a prize that will not last; but we do it to get a prize that will last forever."
Press on for the trophy that will last!
I love you to the moon and stars, back to earth, back up and back down again.