Two bad things for my kids:
1. They play better when I don't have a camera in my hands.
2. Their mom is superstitious.
But the camera doesn't have dust on it yet. I walked outside to look at my tulips the other day and I saw Emma pitching to Gav. Her goal was to throw 100 pitches a day. It did my heart good to walk out and hear Gav yell, "67".
In the first years of our marriage, Steven and T used to spend hours throwing to each other. Probably why this nearly made me cry...
Then Gav takes a shot at pitching and the lump returns to my throat...
I swear this was just a couple years ago...
Last week...
Gav, Coop, & Emma in what seems like not that long ago...
(Brooksie doesn't arrive for another two years)
Back to the present is BT catching with Dad...
And another one that feels like yesterday...
Cousins and the ballpark make awesome memories. We're lucky because we can still appreciate the best things in life, even while it feels half-empty. Now just play ball!!!
