All this summer, life has conspired against me to keep me from going to watch the boy play church soft ball.
Last night, I looked at life, said “pfthththhthth”, and went anyway.
The boy plays catcher.
And point maker.
After the first game, (which they won) the girl and I left.
I had much needed beauty sleep to catch up on.
They lost the second game.
I think it was because I wasn’t there to cheer them on.