The unanticipated anxiety of baseball.  Watching your son pitch.

The unanticipated anxiety of life.  Watching your son grow.

Hoping he does well.  Hoping it turns out okay.  Hoping that his hard work pays off.  Watching him pitch.

Knowing that some days he will get knocked around.  Knowing that on other occasions, his off speed pitch will be spot on.

A child pitching.  A perfect Spring day.  A thing of beauty.

Baseball, as in life, is a series of ups and downs.  It is a long season.  God willing, it is also a long life.   Knowing that you tried your best.  That is a well of pride and a source of sustenance to help you through.

Hoping he does well.  Hoping it turns out okay.  Hoping that his hard work pays off.  Watching him grow.

Knowing that he will experience defeat.  Knowing that he will have his heart broken.  Knowing that sadness is unavoidable.  Knowing that success will also be his.  Knowing that he will embrace opportunities that we have yet to even imagine.  Knowing that his potential is limitless and it is your blessing to watch it unfold.

Baseball is special, so is life.  Embrace those long Summer nights, they are a gift.  Just like life.

My silly boy enjoying a post-game sandwich with dad.  My silly boy, my pride, my boundless joy to behold.