Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I couldnt be prouder. Not if you’d won the World Series. Or acquired an Olympic gold medal. Or broken a world record. You make my heart swell with pride. You’re the underdog on the team. The only 7-year-old with 8 and 9s. This, your third season, you got your first goal!
Yesterday I saw you playing with a baseball that was your daddy’s. Grandma wrote “first home run 1987” on it when daddy pounded it out of the park when he was ten. I was just thinking of all the special firsts you had ahead of you. And now tonight, you’ve tasted glory and passed a milestone. There will be many more firsts and Im so excited to watch and cheer you on as you grow in ability, strength and character.
“That your boy?” a dad asked after your awesome shot!
(I guess he gathered there could be no other reason Id be screaming hysterically when we already had a four point lead.)
“Yes sir! That’s my son“.
…and I couldnt be more thrilled about it.
Way to go T-man!
That was very sweet!
Aw… good job! reminds me of my son playing sports! I am jealous of the nice weather and green grass! Our last little bit of snow is melting! And our grass is brown still!
I followed the link to your blog from another that we both follow. I read about Evie’s story – another miracle. But I loved that her name means Peace and what you had to say about it. I have a coffe mug that is my favorite – I use every morning as I fuel up for our crazy days here. It is also on Ivey’s blog and it says….peace. it doesn’t mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those thins and still be calm in your heart (unknown). Just had to share that with you.
And read Charleston…we are in the South too….
Oh you sound like me with my Carter. My killer 7 year-old baseball player. I have coaches wanting me to play him in the miners with 9 and 10 year olds. I love it!
Good job man!!!! Awesome! I still remember playing soccer with you in Ukreaine with the orphans. Even then you were better than me! So proud of you, dude! Cant wait to see you next week. Love.
Wehoo!!!! thatta boy!!! A day late… but I’m cheerin and high-fivin ya! Way to go Tristan (and super supportive family!)