Love these kids.
I love sports. If you haven't seen this video - watch it. I have watched it several times and cry every time. Dee Gordon doesn't hit home runs. But this night, with the sorrow of a lost teammate in his heart he hit that ball farther than he has ever hit a ball. If you haven't seen the pre-game tribute the Marlins put on for Jose Fernandez and heard "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" played on a solo trumpet, please google it. A beautiful tribute to a teammate taken way too young.
Real life. Real hard.
In other news:
- I listened to The Descendants over the weekend. Great book. I am seeing a pattern here. Apparently, I like everything. At this pace, I am going to run out of free Amazon prime audio books soon. Must pace myself.
- Chip stayed home Monday with a miserable stuffy head. He is a professional couch potato.
- This morning in the car Chip said "Man, this year is going by too fast." I thought that was only something adults said.
- Astro's vet sent a rose to our house with their condolences on Saturday. That was super sweet. I miss that fur ball. I catch myself several times through the day thinking about letting him in, letting him out, feeding him, giving him his meds. I still look for him when I open the door. I worked in the yard this weekend and he was not out there to keep me company. UPS dropped off a box yesterday and no one barked to let me know they were here. I just found the box on the doorstep.
That is all. Happy Hump Day.