When softball and baseball season started this year, I had no idea how it would affect me.
With each and every game, my heart grew more fond of not only the game...but the sense of community and family that it brought to my heart, as well. I haven't felt more "at home" than I have in years. Sitting on the sidelines with my family, cheering on my daughter as she learned the "door knockers" approach to holding a bat this year. Or, cheering on my great-nephew in his orange socks as he tore around the bases. And, the latest was cheering on my nephew, and his dad, the coach, as their team went all the way to the County tournament.
I felt like I knew every player...as if they were part of my family. I felt victory in my heart with every base hit or home run, as well as the sad disappointment with every strike out or caught pop-up.
The season is over for my family...but luckily, it will come around again in the blink of an eye...