(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

She's come a long way in the last four years.

Her skills have been honed and her uniform upgraded. She no longer wears her brother's hand me down cleats.

Gone are her chubby fingers and preschool tummy. Her hair is long and silky and ponytailed. Her chin is now always raised, her eyes fixed on the goal, her feet needing no visual reassurance of the ball's location.

The thief of time has replaced this little bitty boo with an athlete.