It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I love baseball. I love everything about baseball. I love the uniforms and shirts tucked in and baseball hats and washing dirty baseball pants. I love the intensity. I love eating in a hurry at 5:00 to be at the games by 5:45.
I love that we live in a small town with sponsors that live in a small town too. I love the numbers on their uniforms. I love the organization of it all.
I love it when he hits a stand up triple because he gave it his all.
I love it when she spills Gatorade down her shirt and gets on base with a walk and she still wants to wear pink to her game.
I love the encouragement and instruction he receives from his coach.
I love the seriousness and the intensity in her face. I know she is worried she won’t know what to do if she gets the ball. I love that she wants to do well.
I love that people bring their dogs to games.
I love that the fields are surrounded by tall, old trees…
and fields waiting to be planted and water towers in the distance. I love the smell of dandelions and the dirt from the fields.
I love all the parents in their lawn chairs and kids playing in the grass.
I love it when she is safe at second and her cute pink cleats.
I love it that this is the only time in his entire life that he is allowed to steal.
I love it when he slides into home-safe and sound.
I love it that they are both wearing blue and the number 6 and that Subway is in no way competiton for Jasper’s Sweet Corn.
I love it that he looks like a real live catcher. I love the way he puts his hand behind his back just like the pros.
And then the game is over…and I wish it would last longer because I love everything about this game.
And I love it that this empty field will be ready and waiting again for the next game…I love baseball.