Her high blonde ponytail wasn’t too hard to find.

My husband, two kids and my pregnant belly waddled up to the home bleacher section at Greenwood High School to watch a few of our friends play — among them was Margaret.

The air was crisp and cool, and the stadium lights cast a white-metallic glow over the soccer field.

My family and I were soon entranced by the electricity on the field. After a few moments, one of the girls kicked the soccer ball into the goal with one swift and strategic power move.

The stands erupted into cheers all around us.

And then we saw Margaret do a full-speed run into a celebratory cartwheel in the middle of that field.

I’d texted her later that night to congratulate her win and made a comment about the cartwheel. She explained that she and a few friends made it a point to do one after every score.

These girls were the embodiment of confidence and assuredness. To watch them run, to communicate, to cooperate as they kicked and volleyed and defended throughout the game was a powerful reminder of how we should approach our lives.

How often do we forget to cartwheel? How often do we miss the chance to feel that spark, that adrenaline rush, as we get deeper and deeper rooted into adulthood?

Kids. Mortgage. Job stress. Schedules. Diets. Doctors. Difficult people. The day-to-day of our lives makes us forget how to celebrate.

I was reminded that night to cartwheel. It’s a flash of a memory that I don’t think I’ll soon forget.

I was given the privilege of capturing a few photos of Margaret this year as she celebrates a new victory: graduating high school and heading to Clemson.

Here are just a few of my faves.