Chip played baseball.
He was baseball ready.
He knocked the cover off the ball.
He listened to his coaches.
He was sweaty.
He was serious.
He put everything he had into it.
Harry was there. Cheering his brother on. Coaching him. Encouraging him. But also, doing a lot of texting and playing with his new phone.
I caught him looking up. Just briefly. But it made my day.
My three boys.