Her group included about fifty of the most serious little angels I've ever seen. White satin ribbons, tulle veils, tiny-heeled slippers, and clean fingernails. The parents and grandparents, in true paparazzi form, snapped pictures as each went forward for the big event. But, the frills and curls were gone that afternoon after lunch, when with shin pads and soccer balls, we headed to the soccer game. The parents, who had been arriving in waves all day, parked in a mammoth sea of SUVs and trudged with lawn-chairs in-hand to the appointed rectangles in the monstrous quilt of playing fields. I had absolutely no idea what was going on. However, all of the parents and some of the team members did know what was going on. Half the team played each quarter. The other quarters, those not playing, sat on quilts along the side-lines and played with lady-bugs and butterflies until it was time to go in for another quarter. Surprising my granddaughter was pretty good at finding lady bugs. She was also good at kicking the ball, running with the pack, and recognizing her friends on the other team. She managed to take time out to speak to them and to their parents during lulls in the game when the ball was at the other end of the field. I really got into the game and was yelling loudly to encourage her team, when she signaled that I should be quiet. As we headed to the car, Little Sister snuggled up to me and told me she was glad I came. She then asked me if I could come back next week for her communion and soccer game. It seems she has a school program in Mid-May and a soccer game the next day. I'll be there.