Dear Jack

Dear Jack,

What a weekend you had.

You played in your first ever AllStar tournament.

Four games in two days.

A.L.O.T. of baseball.

Defensively- you held your own.

Offensively- not so much.

You struggled at the plate on Saturday.

It was hard to watch.

Honestly.

At times I had to close my eyes.

And then during the 2nd game Saturday you hit one into the outfield, scored two runs and made it to base.

I quietly choked up under my sunglasses.

It's hard to watch you feel defeated.

But- you battled back and hit much better today.

Unfortunately they threw you out most of the time, but hey- you hit the ball.

No more strikeouts. It's not your thing.

Yesterday, while playing right center at the top of the 5th, you caught a line drive with runners on base.

It was huge.

Mega huge.

Proud moment for your momma.

Today, you threw someone out from your knees.

Awesome.

Now- let's get hitting again and you'll be golden.

You guys won the tourney.

4-0 for the weekend.

Another trophy to add to your collection.

It was a lot of fun to watch.

You are having a blast.

Making lots of new friends.

I hope you cherish these memories forever.

When you're 37 - sitting at the ball field watching your own son play ball on Father's Day- you'll remember.

Remember these fun times.

These memories.

These friends.

This summer.

I love you.

Mom

Until next time....