Pulling into the garage, I was beat.  It had been a long day at work and I was tired.  Mentally drained.

Pulling in, I noticed the baseball bags of my boys on the garage floor.  Full of batting helmets, bats, baseballs, dreams, and happiness.  Those bags held all that is beautiful about Summer.  Grass covered fields and games played by the young and young at heart.  Smells and sounds of joy that whisk away worries and cares.  Those baseball bags made me smile.

Smile to be a dad.  Smile to be alive.  Smile to be home.