January 13

With his fractured pinky mended (did I mention that?), Brady had a delayed first today: his first level one, 8-to-10 year old baseball classes.

I watched him for a few minutes before heading off to run some errands, and I was gratified by what I saw: he took guidance from the coach, took his turn throwing, and then stood back and practiced as he waited for his next turn.

I appreciate that my kids so often put legitimate effort into bettering themselves. It's a blessing to see them becoming the best people they can be.