It's Baseball Season and Cheeseburger is Back!
We've survived our first week of baseball season. There's been tears, frustration, excitement and about every other emotion in between. We've braved 40 mph winds, rain and winter-like temps. And I've become a Martha Stewart in the laundry room, perfecting the art of removing grass stains from white pants. All have been memories in the making!
I can't deny that with Noah's first game we weren't filled with reminders of Austin. Baseball and Austin just went together. It was touching that Noah asked to have his jersey number, 23, but I don't know that I was prepared to see it in the field again. The fact that, at only twelve, Noah already has the build and frame Austin did at 14 added to the resemblance. For a moment, Tim and I both were transported back four years ago to watching Austin play.
But ever his own individual, Noah quickly reminded us we were watching him. Although he has many of his brother's best traits, (physically, character and athletic) he is 100% Noah.
But then again, seeing Noah's smile - both after his hit and especially all the way across the field after his catch was worth every penny. In fact, it was priceless!