The best part about having a snack of apples and peanut butter
is the peanut butter.
|Alert in left field!|
|Made it to first and waiting to steal second!|
|Sweet, sweaty smile in the dugout!|
"...He asks it soft, “Been a long time since I’ve heard you talking like that.” His hand finds the nape of my neck, strokes me kind. “You just fallen sick with perfectionism again?”
I don’t open my eyes…. To my dust and my smudges and my grime and my love-smeared mess. Why can’t I remember: the state of my space doesn’t reflect the state of my soul........."
|Numero Uno at bat.|
|Warming up to go in JV game|
I love my son!