Exactly three days ago, I penned a story about overcoming obstacles, specifically related to my daughter’s basketball experience. The resolution of that story involved my daughter speaking to her coach, requesting more playing time on the court.

Today, via some comp time from earlier in the week, I am afforded the opportunity to watch a game on our home court. I arrive after the start of the game, with points on the board already. I settle into my plastic bleacher seat, draw my digital camera from my shoulder, set the controls to capture crisp motion with a thin plane of focus. I’m sure the film speed is bumped up pretty high, but the settings are capturing the movement of the players adequately.

From the opposite end of the court, our team returns the ball, and it’s passed to my youngest daughter. She dribbles down to our hoop, the remainder of players have now caught up to her. I’ve pressed the shutter button on my camera, and a flurry of exposures rapidly fire. Eighteen inches from the three-point line, my daughter launches the ball toward the hoop. I can’t believe that she attempted a throw from so far back!

I want to say that everything in the gym moved in slow motion, that time stood still, that we all lived in a moment of suspended anticipation just like in the movies, but it flashed by so quickly. She planted her feet, launched the ball with her arms, and watched intently as the ball swooshed through the net. No one could believe it, or rather, everyone was surprised—including me.

Basketball is a lifelong game. You continue to learn from the game day in and day out, and all along the way, you get better ~ Scottie Pippen

I would love to say that particular score lit a fire under our team and that we won the game by a landslide, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, we lost by a huge margin. That’s not the point of the evening though, but rather that I was in attendance to watch my daughter score her first basket of the season.

Once I had some time at home to review the captured images, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had captured the arc of the ball and the exact moment of my daughter’s anticipation, as she scored the basket. I couldn’t have asked for anything better than that.