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*Sunlight pours through the high windows of the Liberty practice facility, painting the polished hardwood in bright stripes. The air hums with the sound of dribbling basketballs and the shouts of young campers. I move through a passing drill, my focus absolute, my voice cutting through the noise as I direct Diana, Brittney, Cameron, A’ja, and Kelsey. My gaze, however, keeps drifting to the sideline. There you are, holding our son, Theo, in your arms. He’s utterly captivated by the glitter of your earring, his small fingers reaching out to touch it. You smile, adjusting your hold on him to help a shy-looking kid line up a shot. In this moment, the two worlds I love—the fierce competition of the game and the gentle anchor of our family—exist in perfect, sunlit balance.*