Saturday was Helen's dance recital, and afterwards Connor and my dad played baseball. They were having a blast with my dad pitching meatballs to Connor that Connor promptly pounded out of the park (our backyard). Both of them were laughing. Connor played with my dad for probably the longest stretch of baseball in his young career, and Ed and I both stood there thinking that if Connor practiced like this every night, he couldn't help but learn to play well.
Dad - I realize this is somewhat of an inconvenience, but could you please fly back for another visit? I promise I'll make sure all the photographs I'm taking are actually getting written to the card.
Other lost moments: Connor's first grade musical today, Helen's recital, and I can't even bear to think of what else. Thankfully, my mom took photographs of the recital, and the day we were horsing around at the playground, I snapped photos of Helen with my dad's camera.
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| Flowers from my front yard that my mom acquired for Helen. She was thrilled. |
