That's why I was so surprised when God threw me a happy, shiny moment - and gifted me with an actual photograph of it.
We went to a park after my son's soccer game. My parents were still in town from caring for the baby, so they joined us before they had to check out of the state park and go home. Mom and Dad pulled out baseball gloves to play with my oldest and I pulled out the camera.
Let me defend my mom before continuing. She was voted Most Athletic in high school. I've seen the proof in her yearbook - so the fact that she was having some trouble getting warmed up is not an indicator of her potential!!! However, it was hilarious to her grandson - and to her.
My heart leapt as I watched them banter and laugh and play - and look at what the camera caught...
Aren't they beautiful?
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those are awesome. i can see the scrapbook page now...
Those were delicious moments for me also. After the first couple of underhanded pitches from P, I let him know he could throw them overhand. I could catch them after all. Which, I must say, after about 20 years of never catching a baseball, I did pretty good. He made no mention of that. Mostly he got his glee when I pitched it back. Having forgotten exactly the right moment to release the ball, most of mine went through the air for a moment then hit the ground not far from my feet and ended up being a grounder for P. It wasn't a soft grounder, but a grounder nontheless. I couldn't stop laughing at myself, P could hardly throw the ball anymore, and Ada (who was the 3rd party in this little pitch and catch) was getting slightly irritated. Mostly because I was laughing so hard at myself that when I finally started to release properly, it was in the air but slightly high and to the right. There really is a glove in my left hand with a broken thumb in it (you just can't see it in the picture.) Anyway, I think my pitches gave them great fielding practice!
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