Baseball

This was taken in the beginning of July in I-can't-remember-what-year.

It was Brother's Day.  Our own personally created holiday.  We celebrated it twice, I believe.  I'm notorious for coming up with great ideas and then failing to maintain any level of consistency.

Traditions.  Not really my thing.  I'm too "feelings" motivated.  If I don't feel like decorated for Christmas, then well, we have scaled down decorations of minimalistic proportions.  So?  If it's raining at I can't cram 16 boys in our house for a birthday party, then we just don't celebrate with a party that year.

If we create an awesome holiday to help with the track-out schedule in the South, and we forgot about it the next year.  So?

I begin a tradition of giving out Spring baskets on the first day of Spring,  instead of Easter Baskets on a hectic Sunday morning when trying to get dressed up at to church on time, which practically takes every spiritual muscle and flexes them to their breaking point. Then it takes me ten days after Spring to actually deliver the baskets.  So?

My boys are super flexible and forgiving with me.  They don't seem too terribly scared from being born to a mom who has holiday decorating aversions.  Whew.  I love them for their grace and unconditional love.

One glance at the above picture and I remember almost everything about that sweet day.  We played baseball.  It was hot.  First day of July in the south, of course it was hot.  They laughed.  They fought.  They brought me much joy and got on my last nerve.  I love them.  They were so small.  I can't believe they looked like this at one time.  

So as we begin another season of baseball with again, only two pictured above cleating up this season, I must take deep breaths and remain patient.  Baseball is slow and long and hot and long and slow.  It's energy comes in spurts, with many lulls therein.  This is a sport that they enjoy.  These seasons are fleeting.  Time is flying by.  I want to savor every moment.  Shawn will again assist in coaching.  He's my favorite coach.  I'm so thankful for his desire to coach the boys through the years.  I think he would echo my sentiments as well - they've brought him much joy and have gotten on his last nerve.  He's a good coach.  A very good coach.

Let's play ball!

(Opening day is April 18th)