That’s the true harbinger of spring, not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of a bat on a ball. ~Bill Veeck, 1976

We spent quite a bit of time at the baseball fields this weekend. Football and soccer too, but mostly baseball.


I’m glad that Max will try anything. He’s game for any sport.

I am grateful that Dan’s on the field with the team. He loves being out there. Max loves having him there. And I love the stories from the field after the game. They are hilarious and sweet.

I am thankful for the friends Grace has to play with while the boys play their games. The girls roam around and around getting into whatever they get into. Kid stuff at its finest.

I am grateful for the community that the kids activities create for our whole family and for all of the friends we shared a smile or wave or hello or a laugh or a quick hug or a quick story or a long laugh or long story and/or a beer with in the last two days.

And I am thankful for this mama and friend. She is kind and sincere and real. And she was missed this weekend due to mishaps and sick kids.


In essence, I’m grateful for people to share this busy and probably-we’re-over-scheduling-our-kids time of life with. At the core of it we come and go as a family and time with all those other warm hearts is really, really good. It is so good to connect and know that we’re all simply doing our best. Just like our little guys out on the baseball field.