Spring time means the start of ball. Baseball. T-Ball. Little League. Pony League. Legion Ball. Softball. It’s always exciting to see our kids playing a sport and baseball was always my favorite. I stopped by to see my son last week (ok, actually my grandson Grayson) and Davey was at baseball practice. As I sat and watched Grayson playing, I thought it won’t be long until we’re watching him throw a ball from shortstop.Then it made me realize how lucky am I as a mom….this year will celebrate 25 years of baseball for my youngest son. He started when he was four and he just turned 29. I’ve seen him behind the plate, on the mound, in the outfield, at third, but home to him has always been short stop. We’ve seen him win championships, play in a college world series and even help coach his old high school team to a state title. I love that we still spend a few nights a week and our weekends at the ball fields. And to top it off….his dad is still coaching him. Baseball is our life and I’m ready to start season #25!!!!!
