Early Sunday and time for the final games of the baseball season.  I had camped out along the Right Field foul line and was watching my oldest son warm up.  I had driven him to the field early.  Now, I waited for the arrival of my wife and my other two boys.

The sun was shining bright for 8:30.  As I slipped off my sandals, the grass was tall and damp under my feet.  I scanned beyond the Left Field fence looking for the rest of my family to appear.

The top of the first inning ended without much excitement and I kept my eye to the trail leading from the parking lot.

Soon, I saw figures that I recognized.  From 500 feet away, I spotted my wife.  The vision was blurred by distance, but there I saw her walking with my boys.  I recognized her shirt.  I instantly knew her gait.

I smiled.  Today would be a fine day at the ballpark.  My love had arrived.