Today I am grateful for those long hot days at the ball field watching my favorite 13 year old player. Some think our summer ball schedule is insane, two or three nights a week on the field and tournaments on the weekend. The sunshine, fresh air would only be replaced with chores, errands and house work if he didn’t play. By the time we get home our skin is laced with sweat and remnants of dirt that blows off the field from sitting behind home plate. We get cleaned up and my son comes proudly into the living room boasting about the ring he left on the tub. The evening is filled with talking about game highlights. Even when it rains and we get soaking wet, it’s a good day.
All the best,