It was a beautiful day...the sun beat down...I had the radio on...I was drivin'...the trees went by...me and Del were singin...
You really don't know when they're going to happen. They simply do happen.
It started out innocently enough. We loaded up the car and headed south to Waco, TX where the fast-pitch softball team from my alma mater was playing. If you didn't already know, my daughter thoroughly enjoys softball. I, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoy my daughter.
Anyway, the hour and a half drive was spent in enoyable conversation and reading about the teams in the tournament. The games were well played, with our team winning the first one 15-0 and losing the 2nd in extra innings 2-0. In between games, the head coach of the team signed a softball we brought and got the entire team to sign it. The weather was perfect, sunny and 55. We got to eavesdrop on what a big time team hears from their coach after they lose to another big time team in a hard-faught game, which was pretty cool. After the games we thanked the coach for the autographs and lots of the girls on the team thanked Kelsey for coming. (I don't think NCAA softball has many "fans" outside of boyfriends and family members, particularly when they're 600 miles from home)
The hour and a half ride back was even more enjoyable. We talked about what the coach told her team. We talked about middle school life. We even talked about our spiritual lives. We clocked the mileage from the interstate sign to downtown (it was off by 2 miles, unless the Infomart in Big D is the city center, in which case it was dead-on accurate). We stopped by Wal-Mart and Kelsey got the tired-head giggles.
We came home and ate dinner with Tracy and Shelby (who had seen the movie "Miracle" with a friend that afternoon. Her review: "lots of hockey." In response to my question if anyone said, "Do you believe in miracles?!" she said, "yeah." One more question: Did they chant "USA!" a lot? Her response: "The people at the movie? "No." People in the movie? "Yeah.") and watched Trading Spaces (One more hockey question: "Shelby, did you see anything red, white and blue in that movie?" Eyes roll back to the TV, followed by "DA-dee, I'm trying to watch this show"). We tucked girls in and went to bed early.
So, in a lot of ways, not much went on. But in it's own way, the day couldn't have been more perfect.
You really don't know when they're going to happen. They simply do happen.
It started out innocently enough. We loaded up the car and headed south to Waco, TX where the fast-pitch softball team from my alma mater was playing. If you didn't already know, my daughter thoroughly enjoys softball. I, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoy my daughter.
Anyway, the hour and a half drive was spent in enoyable conversation and reading about the teams in the tournament. The games were well played, with our team winning the first one 15-0 and losing the 2nd in extra innings 2-0. In between games, the head coach of the team signed a softball we brought and got the entire team to sign it. The weather was perfect, sunny and 55. We got to eavesdrop on what a big time team hears from their coach after they lose to another big time team in a hard-faught game, which was pretty cool. After the games we thanked the coach for the autographs and lots of the girls on the team thanked Kelsey for coming. (I don't think NCAA softball has many "fans" outside of boyfriends and family members, particularly when they're 600 miles from home)
The hour and a half ride back was even more enjoyable. We talked about what the coach told her team. We talked about middle school life. We even talked about our spiritual lives. We clocked the mileage from the interstate sign to downtown (it was off by 2 miles, unless the Infomart in Big D is the city center, in which case it was dead-on accurate). We stopped by Wal-Mart and Kelsey got the tired-head giggles.
We came home and ate dinner with Tracy and Shelby (who had seen the movie "Miracle" with a friend that afternoon. Her review: "lots of hockey." In response to my question if anyone said, "Do you believe in miracles?!" she said, "yeah." One more question: Did they chant "USA!" a lot? Her response: "The people at the movie? "No." People in the movie? "Yeah.") and watched Trading Spaces (One more hockey question: "Shelby, did you see anything red, white and blue in that movie?" Eyes roll back to the TV, followed by "DA-dee, I'm trying to watch this show"). We tucked girls in and went to bed early.
So, in a lot of ways, not much went on. But in it's own way, the day couldn't have been more perfect.
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