Saturday, October 22, 2011

Presents on my Pillow

Each night before I go to bed I find a present on my pillow from Cole.

Inside the letters, I find these...

He tries to sketch the photo by looking at the card. I probably have 50 of these sketches.

And when he is not sketching baseball cards he is doing this...

And when he is not playing an official game, he is back playing on our "home" field.

And now it is 11:00 at night and he is still glued to the World Series Game, shouting for Texas.

He wakes up in the morning no longer asking to watch Sesame Street but asking for Sports Center so he can catch up on the highlights. I will wake him for school in the morning and he will mumble something about strike outs and home runs. He can sing God Bless America and Take Me Out to the Ball Game without missing a beat. What I love most about his love of baseball, is it is just that, a love. He can talk baseball with anyone. Baseball to Cole is like photography to me. It makes us happy and that is a good thing.

Love & Light,


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