February 19

"Normal" things morph into more than normal-sized blessings when most things feel uncertain and up-in-the-air.

That's how I feel about baseball. Isaac had a practice with his tourney team this afternoon and I stayed around to chat a bit and watch the action. And though it grew chilly and the wind penetrated my sweater after the sun dropped below the hillside, I loved that bit of "normal." I loved watching Isaac and the other boys hit and run and catch and throw. And I loved how watching that ever-growing boy of mine immersed in his preferred element made me feel. 

And for all of that, I am thankful.