Okay, I promised pictures, and pictures I have. I had to get some of the new uniform and the awesome coach, that’s a given. Scott rotated the boys and they played every position. There was only one out in the game, and we made it, but we didn’t tell the base runner. My child has been to enough games to know that you announce the outs between each batter. He wouldn’t let the moment pass without a little one down sign. I almost fell out.
Then he did a little dance.
Then he wiped his nose, but not before he let everyone know it was two down, even though it wasn’t.
When it was his turn to bat, he could NOT wipe that smile off his face. He kept looking around like, can you believe it? I’m playing baseball!
He hit the ball…
and ran like a mad man, but never, not once, did he stop smiling.
He stopped at first to give Coach Do five. I have to pause here to say how cool it is that Coach Do came to the fields and helped Scott coach even though neither of his boys were even playing. I guess technically, Jackson is one of his, like his boys are ours. Christian and Jordan, Do’s youngest, were on the same T-ball team 4 or 5 years ago and Scott and Do coached. The boys have played together over the years and they became part of our baseball family.
Jackson ran the bases like a pro, and made it home… still smiling. Christian and Jordan watched from behind the fence. Jackson has followed those two all over watching them play, so I know it was a big thrill to finally be on the other side of the fence. You really can’t blame the kid for being so happy about it, truth is, I smiled the whole time, too.
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