Every alarm we set.
Every field we found.
Every uniform we washed.
Every pair of cleats we bought.
Every turf pellet we vacuumed
Every bracket we analyzed.
Every sideline I sat on alone.
Every breath I held.
Every cheer I shouted.
Every rule I learned.
Every warmup I watched.
Every tryout you attended.
Every game you played.
Every ball you touched.
Every stride you ran.
Every time you took the pitch.
Every time you lifted my heart so high.
Every single moment was a gift to me.
For everything there is a season, and after thirteen beautiful years, this season has passed.
You will forever be my favorite player. And I hope someday you understand, even if just a little bit, how much I loved to watch you play.