"We've practiced those over and over Dad. I should have caught it."
A lesson, a hard lesson, one of life's toughest - sometimes things just don't work out. Sometimes practice doesn't make perfect. Sometimes we fail, blatantly, obviously, fail. A lesson in humility that feeds the lesson of persistence that feeds the notion of self that reaches out, across the space between us, and sees the heart in front of us. He will remember this missed catch when he sees someone else miss theirs, when he sees another struggle, when he sees an unfairness that cannot be changed, he'll remember this missed catch.
I while back Zack made a popup baseball field. It's pretty nice:
And Nick made a nice campfire one:
I don't know, I just wanted a couple of images. You know how I roll...
From Marci's "...things you don't expect to hear form the backseat..."
N: Dad you are my minion.
Dad: No, I don't want to be.
N: Well, you are.
I feel more like a house-elf...
Thanks for thinking of me and stopping by. See you again soon.