The other years, it was a flat-out 'no'. "I'm going to be a farmer, Mama." I tried to explain that it didn't have to be a career path, but his mind was made up. And that was very okay by me.
But this year, his curiousity was peaked. A uniform? A hat? Hmmm. He thoughtfully determined that he would give it a try. And you know, after he gave it time to sink in, he probably was already quite good at baseball. After all, he had seen it on TV . . .
As it turned out, you were good . . . you listened and learned, were polite and a thoughtful teammate. You ran and hit and stopped & threw the ball. You never complained about practice and were always excited for a game. And we loved watching you, August. Especially that grin as you came across home plate. It's been a good season.
