The minute the sun decided to come out of its slumber, and the grass turned the slightest bit greener, the kids, JDubbs and I were ready to stop hibernating and start living again. With t-ball right around the corner, Jax started growing antsy to start practicing his skills. So we took the kids to the local baseball diamond and savored every second of it.
At first the girls were more interested in being cheerleaders than participants, but we eventually won them over. Life isn’t about being a bystander, after all.
This particular boy is so no bystander; he is always eager to get out there. Always eager to get better at everything he does.
And he’s getting pretty darn good! Come on, girls, your turn! Batter up!
Em might be a pretty good hitter, but she frolics along the base path like the ballerina she is. It’s a joyful sort of way to move, and I hope she never loses it, no matter how many outs she makes.
Little H doesn’t dance around the bases; she has and always will hustle. She hustles through life and knows what she wants. Two different girls, one crazy boy, and a life that is full of practice for all of us.
We just have to keep on hustling, keep on dancing, and stay eager for every season. Play ball!