Nothing is cuter then boys in baseball outfits. I have known this life truth for a long time. In college I was a Diamond Doll at AUBURN. Not to meet my sorority credits for campus activities but because I knew cute boys wore baseball uniforms! So imagine my joy to see my husband coaching my son in his first Tball game!! Son was a trooper. He has strep throat and we had out of town guest with us the night before. I don't remember a time when I have wanted to cry and laugh out loud at the same time.
Son seemed so big and so small in that moment. I know these times we have with our children are precious. When he got someone out, he held #1's to the sky. I thank God for those moments. Precious moments. Moments when he is still my little boy. I watched him sitting in the dug out laughing and talking with his friends and a memory of him flashed before me. It was of me rocking him in our den in Montgomery. It was just me and him. Husband worked very long hours and I had little to no friends. Son was my life. And just like that . . . it is gone. He is growing up and in a few short months I will drop him off at public school and drive away.
But for today . . . HE IS MY LITTLE TBALL PLAYER.