So many to choose from our trip to Rocky Mt. this weekend. But this one just stood out. How much he's grown. And not just in size. In baseball.
I remember when he used to be that kid with the wild arm. He could almost always make the stop at third. But I would hold my breath when he made that throw to first. His form was just not consistent. I used to tell Josh, "Maybe he isn't meant to play third base". Josh would reassure me one day he would just get it. That he had the strength and the arm to make the throw. It would just take maturity, and lots of practice, and eventually he would learn to be accurate 99.9% of the time. And, as usual, in baseball, Josh was right. Now, I trust him to make the stop, follow through with the throw, get the out. Make the play. I love to watch him just grow. And figure it out. And get better. And love the sport more each day.
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AuthorMy name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story. Categories
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