It is that time of the year again . . . BASEBALL season!
It has me driving all over town, across town, staying in town until late . . . But it seems like only yesterday that this season of life began.
My first born was only 3 when he started carrying a ball & bat around.
Now he is 9 & I find myself with a trunk full of balls, bats, gloves, catcher’s gear . . . baseball stuff. Tyler enters his 6th season of baseball, Tucker his 2nd, & Trevor in the stands cheering them on – dying to play himself. Practices are 3 days a week, 30 minutes away, & I am running around like a crazy lady, but I know someday (all too soon) I’m Gonna Miss This . . .
