Most of you know that baseball/softball has always been my number one love. I grew up with a glove attached to my left hand and traveling to tournament after tournament in the summer. I adore the feeling of walking on the dirt with my spikes and getting dirt on a brand new white uniform. For me, those experiences ended after college. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss warming up, fielding ground balls, stretching a single into a double, and so forth. Now, to most of you, this may sound stupid or dumb, but this was my life ever since I was 6 years old. I grew up loving the sport. Also, I became a part of a family.
I became a part of a fraternity of young women and we have remained best friends since the age of 6. Now, not many people can say that. That's what the sport of softball did for me. It gave me confidence, taught me life-long valuable lessons, and allowed me to use my God given ability to throw, catch, and hit a softball.
I'm sitting at Reckling Park in Houston, Texas, home of the Rice Owls (see below) and just looking at the field jogs my memory back to what I like to call "The Glory Days." :)
I don't think this day could get any prettier and I'm pretty sure there is no where else I would rather be right now. Thanks for listening to me rant about pretty much nothing at all; I just can't ignore God's pure beauty on a day like this and He continually gives me the chance to watch one of my favorite games over and over.
Have a great Tuesday, folks.
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