We drove two hours south tonight to Ft. Myers, Florida to watch the Yankees play the Redsox. What an incredible field!
With food vendors set up under tents tailgate style, a live band, and baseball - complete with a replica green monster (big green wall that anchors Boston's field at home) -we had what my cousin's husband named a "trifecta".
A gentle wind complimented the heat of the Florida sun as we watch the Yankees take bp. Perfection. Simply perfection.
These are the moments for which he plans, our favorite memory maker, my Joey.
Somewhere amidst the perfection that black hole found me. Perhaps it entered on the notes of the rock music or crept past the red head putting ketchup on her hot dog.. Maybe it attached itself to the heels of her sandals I wore. Nevertheless, by the time I got into the car, my eyes were wet. I'm never far from the edge - even when I am running toward acceptance.
Thankful such simplicity - like a band playing 80's rock, ballpark dogs, and baseball in the sunshine brought and bring us so much joy. A trifecta to be sure.