I headed to Rose Park here in Billings the other day thinking there might be roses to photograph. Although I didn’t any roses, I discovered children of all ages at the park by 9 a.m. on a Saturday morning!
The tennis courts were busy, young adults were playing sand volleyball, preschool age children were on the playground, and there was a Little League game on the baseball field.
The flower garden sponsored by Compassionate Friends Billings Chapter was being tended by a woman whose son died by suicide at the age of 41. As she and I talked I was reminded that we will always by children to our parents or to those who raised us.
May you have child-like curiosity, delight, and enthusiasm in your life today.
Once upon a time, many years ago, he was a catcher.
Truth be told, he’d still like to be able to play today.
He played plenty of catch with his sons.
And enjoyed teaching his grandson how to play.
When I first met him, he’d leave work early to coach a Legion Baseball “B” team.
The day after a game, he’d roll his eyes and talk about the “groupies” (girls) who had a way of showing up for games and distracting his players.
He was surprised – and pleased – to discover I could find his old glove.
And a great sport when I asked if he’d pose for this post!
NOTE: You’re welcome to gently roll a baseball in our house, but please do not throw it.