12 Days of Blog Posts: Nakada Basketball Reunion

Tonight I drove with Dad out to Forest Grove to watch my niece play basketball. She starts. She's a freshman. She's a baller. She's a Nakada. Well, she's a Flennaugh, so she's already taller than her mom and aunt. And although her height might come from the Flennaugh side, Nakada basketball is in her blood.

I wasn't really sure what that meant, but with her mom, her aunt, and her uncle sitting in the stands I began to see what Nakada basketball is all about. 

We all probably learned this from our dad. Nakadas play tough defense, play point guard, push the pace, drive to the basket, draw the foul, and hit shots. Pretty basic basketball concepts that have served us all well for many years of playing and coaching. And Nicole did that all (although we were encouraging her to do it all even more). 

She played tough d, ran the point, helped break the press, and she hit three threes. Her team won comfortably and the Nakada basketball tradition carries on.

Thanks, Village.

I never read Hillary Rodham Clinton's It Take a Village, but after this first year of parenthood I am so appreciative of the village David and I have around us. We have our families and friends and the virtual community who has supported every moment of Kiara's well-documented first year. So, thank you.

Thanks for helping us prepare for our baby-girl before she came. Thank you for welcoming her when she arrived, and for providing parenting guidance in those early, frightening days, weeks, and months. Thanks for celebrating every little milestone along with us and for putting up with the over-exposure of KHarp on social media. We love our little girl and know she feels the love of this village. Thank you.