I attended each one of my son’s games. He could always count on me and his sister to be there. As most baseball players do, he had a ritual he would do each time he took the field. He would run out to the field write a little something with his finger in the dirt, then look up at me and point. It was his thing and I loved that he included me in his ritual.
He knew I was always there. His father worked nights for the past twenty years so he missed out on most of his games. My son Jorden knew...
Published on December 17, 2017 07:03