While Zion completely looks like me (he’s always changing), his fair-skinned and blue-eyed mother, he is 100% his father’s son. His quiet yet dramatically fiery Argentine spirit and absolute love of soccer, er…um futbol, is matched by no other 2-year-old child I know.
I was in the kitchen washing dishes one hot August afternoon when I looked out the window and saw him playing in the backyard. I quickly grabbed my camera and caught these photos. He decided to pose a bit after his “game.”
Years down the road, when I look back, this is how I’ll remember my Zion. Futbol. Jersey. And baby-blues.
