June 27

Today began with Isaac's first baseball game since March. It wasn't exactly a game, per se, in that it was just a scrimmage against another 11U team from another town and didn't count for anything, but it sure brought a lot of joy to my boy.

He didn't fare especially well at the plate, but he did wind up on base at one point and made his way around to third. (White pants, high socks, dark shirt, red batting helmet.) We watched him as he skittered back and forth along the baseline trying to get into the pitcher's head, and saw his lips break into wide grins between pitches as he returned to the bag, pleased with his execution of mental warfare.

He loves the game of baseball, this boy of mine. And I'm grateful for his happiness.