Baseball season is winding down, and there are just a few games left. While I look forward to having 20+ dedicated hours in my week freed up, I’m also slightly sad. I love watching my boys play baseball, almost as much as they love playing it.
And let me tell you, they love it a lot.
I have to force them to come inside and eat some afternoons. After three baseball games on a Saturday morning — roughly 6 hours of baseball — they come home and play whiffle ball in the yard until the sun goes down.
They have been playing baseball since they could walk. They’ve been on actual teams since they were about 3 years old. And this is their last season for a while — baseball isn’t exactly common in England.
So we’re savoring every last inning and loving the late nights and long days, the grass-stained baseball pants and the sunflower seed hulls in all their pockets. Baseball forever!