I needed a day at a ballpark this week.
Hotdogs. Yankees. Kids cheering. Phil smiling.
Not sure if it gets much better than that.
Sometimes a week will just knock the wind out of you. Today was a much needed break from the computer, emails, doctor appointments, phone calls, and practices. I've been thinking all week that I just want to turn everything off. Pack up the fam. Maybe move to Montana. And live quietly and un-complicatedly. (yeah, that's probably not a word-- but it did not come up wrong in spell check:).
Instead, we hung out in Baltimore today. We took the kids to their first baseball game. And. Can I just say, my kids have no problem with being loud, cheering with all their might, and-- who knew!- trash talking:). See photo above with Oriole's hat.
I love my family.
I love that they refresh my spirit and heart.
And I love the Yankees, too.
Thanks, guys, for making my sons first game a blow-out win.