Sundays are for doubleheaders.
And God said, “Let them play baseball.” And they did. They played and laughed and it was very good.
Even in the sleet and snow and with frozen fingertips.
Harper, Atticus, Brennan, and I tossed a ball after church. Harper wore the hat of his new team as his first game of the season, weather permitting, is supposed to be this Friday — Friday the 13th. What an ominous date for an opening day.
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“My glove is always in my car,” Sarah said.
As soon as she said it, I smiled. I carry multiple gloves in my car. And then I started thinking.
How many other adults carry their gloves in their vehicles? What kind of people carry these beloved pieces of leather with them wherever their tires are taking them?
No matter how hard I wish or how many tweets I send, it’s not like the Royals or the MSU Bears or anyone else for that matter will call me and say, “Hey, if you’ve got your glove with you, head to the field and you can shag fly balls during batting practice. But no cheating. You can’t go pick it up at home first. Only if it’s in your car right now.”
“I think it’s a sign of hope,” Sarah said.
This coming from someone who has worked in public education for the last twenty years of her life.
“You never know when the opportunity will arise for a good game of catch.”
Words of wisdom from someone who is now a principal (as if principals just have oodles of free time on their hands) of kiddos from kindergarten through eighth grade.
Sarah is a world-traveling dreamer who loves spending time with her family and watching her daughters come into their own. She is thankful their sports and activities of choice are indoor.
Temperatures this afternoon were just above freezing. At least this morning’s sleet and snow had stopped. Sophie is convinced that Missouri weather is intoxicated. I think that’s a pretty fair assessment.
Sarah and I laughed and swapped knee surgery stories at the school where we first met while the teens on the varsity team stretched out and warmed up on the field.
I was not envious of them today.
I asked what other wisdom she’s learned in her years as an educator.
“This too shall pass.”
Even April snow.
