Jonah cleans his tee ball bat every day in the bathroom sink. He keeps it in a special place during the week, but he won’t tell me where. He makes sure his hat is hung on the corner bed post + asks if it’s baseball day right when he wakes up. Tee-ball day is pretty much our favorite day of the week. This time we worried about rain all morning, but hadn’t seen any until about 5:15. With the game starting at 5:30, we were a bit heartbroken, but headed over to the field anyways. Miraculously they gave us the green light! This was his third game now + I don’t know what it is, but I still cry every game. My mom pride is through the roof when I see him run passed that home plate with that smile on his face. Or the way Riggins yells his name from the dugout? Or the way he listens to his coach + calls him “coach”. I can hardly take it. Is this how my mom felt with all of us at our games? Must be because her + Grandpa drove down just for the game!! Jonah ran off the pitchers mound in the middle of his game to ask them if they were sleeping over. His cute coach was all “Hey Jonah where are you going?!” He didn’t even blink an eye. They tied his shoes + gave him a quick love. Jonah got his little cleats from them for his 2nd birthday + they are just barely getting too small. Over the weekend we went to find him some new digs, a bag for his bat + some legit tee ball pants. Such a joy to see life through his eyes. Rigg is stoked to get his other ones. Now, how many more minutes until the next game? 🙂