I think back to when I used to go to the grocery store with my daughter and would hold her hand in the parking lot, positioning myself between her and the cars. One day, and I don't know when it happened, we were going in that same grocery store and I realized I wasn't holding her hand anymore. At some point we had both decided that she was grown up enough that it was no longer needed. I don't remember if I cried that day but I know I still miss it to this day.
Flash forward ten years. She is now a high school freshman at the very beginning of her career. All winter long we drove hours each week to practice in a cold facility. I can honestly say those two trips every week all winter were always the highlight of my week. Sometimes we would drive in silence and sometimes we would talk, but we were always...together. It is unlikely there will ever be another time in our lives that we will have that. Every week we would stop at Olive Garden or a diner on the way home. She orders a Shirley Temple. Cute. Another thing I will remember and miss. In two years she will get her license and these days too will be over for us. I will never complain about the drive because I know how terribly I will miss it when it is gone.
We were not sure if she was going to make varsity or not but it is becoming apparent that not only will she make it, she will start and bat high in the lineup. They had their first scrimmage the other day and I took off work and went over to see her play. I stood along the third base line and she made it to third on her second double of the day on a throwing error. She turns to look at me, we make eye contact she says (that's two Dad) I winked at her and she proceeded to torture the catcher on every pitch. This is the stuff I will never forget and I know it won't last forever.
Just like holding her hand in the parking lot.
Flash forward ten years. She is now a high school freshman at the very beginning of her career. All winter long we drove hours each week to practice in a cold facility. I can honestly say those two trips every week all winter were always the highlight of my week. Sometimes we would drive in silence and sometimes we would talk, but we were always...together. It is unlikely there will ever be another time in our lives that we will have that. Every week we would stop at Olive Garden or a diner on the way home. She orders a Shirley Temple. Cute. Another thing I will remember and miss. In two years she will get her license and these days too will be over for us. I will never complain about the drive because I know how terribly I will miss it when it is gone.
We were not sure if she was going to make varsity or not but it is becoming apparent that not only will she make it, she will start and bat high in the lineup. They had their first scrimmage the other day and I took off work and went over to see her play. I stood along the third base line and she made it to third on her second double of the day on a throwing error. She turns to look at me, we make eye contact she says (that's two Dad) I winked at her and she proceeded to torture the catcher on every pitch. This is the stuff I will never forget and I know it won't last forever.
Just like holding her hand in the parking lot.
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