Spring Training

This picture makes my heart happy.

The spring weather was beautiful today, and my boys begged to go outside and play baseball for their quiet time.

Baseball isn't our usual type of restful, quiet time activity, but I couldn't resist. There's something about the feel of the sunshine poking through a cool breeze landing on my skin, the smell of dirt mixed with leather, and the thwacking sound of ball meeting glove, that calls my name at the beginning of every spring. My heart misses the good 'ol days of lacing up my cleats, sliding my mask on over my braided hair, and squatting down behind home plate to wait for the pitch.

But if it can't be me out there, the next best thing is to watch my kids learning to love something that is still so much apart of me even after all these years.

Let Spring Training begin!

I wish I could put into words how much I miss this