March 7

Back when Logan was born in 2006, I assumed we'd be at the ballpark playing t-ball in 2010 or 2011. It didn't happen that way, and our family's official initiation into the world of baseball was postponed until today, when Isaac hit the field for his very first game ever.

He had a good time, I think. Adam's parents drove down to watch. The ball found its way into his glove a few times and he successfully hit it off the tee in each of the three innings played.

As we walked back to the car afterward, Adam pointed out a sunny yellow Corvette in the parking lot, just behind the field where our A's took on the Royals. I'd seen it earlier, but didn't absorb the meaning of that car until Adam said something: it was as if the car being in that spot was a wink from above; a sign that Logan was watching his younger brother's sporting debut after all.

Moments like that... when it's as if he's found a way to be with us despite his physical absence... they make him seem less far away. And that's a priceless feeling.