Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The DugOut


During our Chicago visit for the marathon,

one of the many

be still my beating heart,

life changing things I witnessed

was this.


My husband sitting in the

Chicago Cubs’



whatever one thinks

when faced first hand with

something you have loved

for a very, very

long time.

He quietly said,

“I wish I could chew on a blade of grass,”

and off I went

to make that happen,

by first asking permission.

I should have squatted and reached under

the rope

and tugged- which is far more my style.

The answer?

“Uhmm, no .”


NanaDiana said...

Shoulda/Woulda/Coulda! At least he was there! xo Diana

trash talk said...

From the look in his eyes...I don't think it was baseball.
P.S. Really? Not even one precious blade of grass could be spared?

Deb said...

that's why you don't ask first....it's easier to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission...LOL

Theresa said...

Oh how sweet:) Handsome fella you have there dear Laura! HUGS!

Gail Dixon said...

What Deb said. :) Maybe you could Photoshop a blade of grass in there. But I guess that's not the same. lol Nice pic, though!

Beeutiful by Design said...

Wow a dream come true for him~ I'm sure that was a bucket list item! He's so handsome, we will now need more pics of Mr. White Spray Paint in future posts!


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