the joys of boys

is there anything that says summer more than a sweaty-headed boy and his baseball glove?
tonight lincoln's first season of t-ball came to an end. it has been interesting to watch a bunch of 4 and 5 year
old kids, many of whom didn't even know where first base was, try to play an "organized" game of t-ball.
with lincoln's first game, his first at-bat, mike and i instantly joined the ranks of sideline parents across the world.
and i realized....i'm one of them. the ones who think (know) their kid is the best. the ones who yell the loudest.
the ones who are the proudest. lincoln's first game changed not only him, it changed me. but then again, doesn't
that just sum up parenting?

i love you, buddy, and i really do know that you are the best. ~mama