I love sorting through my photos each week and deciding what to share on Wednesday.

Sunday evening, long after I had eaten more than my share of Easter lunch, dessert, and candy, I waddled out to the edge of our yard to take some shots. The sun was getting low in the sky and the light was beautiful filtering through the trees that surround our backyard.

These tiny flowers were resting among the grass.

This web was clinging to the branch as these buds reveal themselves for a new year.

Shortly after this, we commenced with a lively game of soccer. I love kicking the ball around. If soccer had been invented and was offered as a competitive sport when I was in school, I totally would have rocked the soccer field. (Ok, it was invented, it just hadn’t come to small town Michigan yet.)

Our back yard has a gradual slope on one side. I started running down that gradual slope and I was going to kick the ball with my right foot back across the yard to the left. It was going to be epic Mia Hamm-ish. (Mia Hamm was a popular American ladies soccer player for those of you who are wondering who or what I am talking about.)

So it was going to be epic Mia Hamm-ish.

In reality, it was more America’s Funniest Home Video meets the Three Stooges-ish.

I was going for the ball, and my left foot started to slip as my right foot went to kick the ball. So my right foot landed on top of the ball and rolled forward while my left foot was sliding down the hill. I landed on my left ankle. Really hard and graceless and un-Mia Hamm-ish.

(Jer thinks I missed the kick and that my foot didn’t slip but I have one word for his version of the story. False. A semi-professional amateur would never make that kind of mistake! I am simultaneously rolling my eyes, flailing both my hands in the air and sticking my tongue out–in a respectful way, of course.)

So the urgent care doctor said it wasn’t broken (even though it felt like it had to be) and he gave me a brace, which really helped.

By yesterday afternoon I was able to limp around on it and today is even better.

I am really thankful that it was just a sprain that my ankle suffered. I have taken my ankles for granted for years, but now I have a new appreciation for them.

Once I am all healed up-and not too chicken to try it-I’ll make that shot.

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