What a way to end sports month…
Last night we took Isaiah to his first baseball game. I’m not gonna lie, I think I was more excited about it than he was. I could barely contain myself all week. I just knew how much he’d love every minute.
And he did.
From the baseball diamond to the peanuts to the home-run fireworks. My little baby is all boy these days, and I knew he’d take to the game like flies to honey.
Last night might be my favorite night with you yet.
I’ll never forget it, baby. How your eyes lit up when we entered the ball park. How you sat in your seat for hours, captivated (you’re two-years-old, mind you). How you grinned from ear to ear when they played your favorite tune on the ballpark organ. And even how you gave Mommy the play-by-play when the players struck out.
On the way home you couldn’t stop talking. You must have mentioned every exciting sight over a hundred times.
And when you got in bed, you were out as soon as your head hit the pillow (a first for you). I have no doubt you were dreaming of peanuts, dot races, and stadium seats.
What a privilege it is to be your Mommy, Isaiah. Because no matter how much fun you had last night, I had more. Just by watching you.
I love you, little Slugger. More than I could ever find the words to say…
Oh, and last night was someone else’s first baseball game too. This little one might have a bit of a hard time remembering it, though...