As the weather gets nicer, like today, I find myself wanting to go to the lake. I have gone to Grand Lake for as long as I can remember. My grandparents built a cabin (don't be thinking lake house) down there in 1958. My mom and dad now own it. We use to go down every single summer. We would fish, boat ride, swim, and have the most fun possible. Every 4th of July you could find us swimming during the day and shooting of fireworks at night on Grand Lake. Sadly, all good things seem to come to an end or at least slow down. My brother had two boys and with them came travel baseball and now Brody is doing travel ball. It and football took our weekends. The lake is now a rare treat for us. We are lucky to make it down once or twice a year. I miss the lake😢
Well, tonight was the first night of Little League baseball practice. We had our first travel ball tournament last weekend in Arkansas. Baseball and I have a love/hate relationship. I love watching the game and Brody play it, and I love watching the game and hate watching Brody play it. The minute the game starts I get millions of butterflies in my stomach. This is his eighth year playing so you think it would be no big deal for me. When it comes to Brody and sports, I am a worrier. He can hold his own and stay right up there with the rest of his team but I always worry that he is going to get in a slump and everyone else will shoot way ahead of him in skill and ability. I have no idea why I feel this way. I can tell you that it is a miserable feeling. I would love to be able to go to the games, sit back and enjoy them, but instead I sit there and worry with millions of butterflies in my stomach. When the game is over, the butterflies are gone, I hug him...
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