Jesse is playing T-ball. Her league is the most laid back league on the planet. She doesn't really resemble a baseball player to me. I feel like I should tell her to "Fill 'er up!" Maybe it is all the blue, but it sure reminds me of a full-service gas station back home. I miss those stations by the way.
She has Jonah's expressions. She hits the T more than the ball. She's the only girl on her team. Heck, none of that slows this chick down. She's rockin' it.
Gosh, that face kills me. I love it.
"Hey buddy, my helmet may be pink, and my Mama doesn't have time to remove the Adidas sticker across the front, and I might even be wearing my old soccer socks, but you listen to me and you listen good. My team is going to crush you. Fear me. I'm your worst nightmare."
"Ha ha! That kid is scared to death. Eat my dust bad boy."
"Rockin in my soccer socks...lalala."
"Do you all see me?"
"It's like nothing can slow me down."
"But, this red head, now I'll just sit here for a minute."
"Well, till I'm needed on the field."
"That was an awesome game coach, but you really need to work on your defense."
All these pictures were from her first game.
And I know the game medal is just a rotational thing, but...
she did scoop up a grounder and throw it to first like a pro.
And Grandmommy was there to see the whole thing.
And then we moved on to big boy here. Just look at him. Dang it. Dang it. Dang it. Can I say that?
It hurts me through and through to see how tall and mature he is. It's not just sports. He's just as excited about rocks and minerals. He loves his family. Here he is with Aunt Kelly. His smile alone defines the happiness in his heart.
That's it. I can't handle anymore. I love him more than words can say.
He's got a good heart. I don't know what else a Mama could ask for.
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