Nora sat in my lap on her bedroom rug this morning. This is not unusual. She clapped her hands wildly and made high-pitched sounds to mimic the "Yay" that we often say as she's clapping. Again, nothing special.
What made it glorious and memorable was that seated near us were her Tita Marie and Tita Alexis (or make that 2nd Lieutenant Tita Alexis). Pajama-clad, bed-hair, beaming smiles and sing-song voices. Marie belting out a continuous flow of Sounders' fan-club tunes. A lyrical litany encouraging the drinking, ass-kicking, and fancy footwork of the Emerald City soccer players. Football hooligan chants. Noodle loved them. She clapped in rhythm...turning her head occasionally to make sure I, too, was witnessing this miracle of music.
I smiled. Because I was happy. She was happy. Her aunties were happy.
And to make the Sounders-mania complete, Nora sported her very own pint-sized FIFA soccer jersey. GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!
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