I have been a little teary-eyed of late.
the tears motivated by good things…
the unexpected moments
that knock your breath loose.
*My oldest grandson (above) sitting on the hood of Hauler 2 (my Tahoe),
keeping a watchful eye on his little brother at T-Ball practice,
with his hands shading his eyes,
like a farmer,
*My oldest daughter,
following my youngest grandson ,
as he walked toward his first ever T-ball practice,
with his head down,
and his cap scrunched on tight,
and his arms swinging,
in a little man sort of way.
*And then that same little man
listening to his coach
so, so hard.