Jack had a nice baseball game last night. Three good at-bats with hard-hit balls, a great catch of a sinking fly in right to end the game, nearly a force out at a second on a liner hit to him in center. Good game, got praise from the coaches during and after, good to see. All smiles in the post game huddle.
So we were walking back to the car afterward, it was about 10 p.m. The game had started at 8, it was under the lights. I put a hand on his shoulder, stopped him, said, Nice game tonight, Jack.
And he looked at me and said thanks, and then he looked past me.
"Dad!" Yes, I asked. "Look at the moon!"
We both looked up at it. Full, or very nearly. It was a really nice moon.
Looked another minute. Then started walking again.
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A while back I became a writer. In January 2005 I became a Dad. Shortly after that I started this blog thing. And here we are.
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