Let me explain. This is Jacob at his first baseball game this season (which they won). I snapped this before the game, he was watching the team before him finish up. When I saw him standing there it warmed my heart ... his love for baseball, my little guy growing up so fast, and just how proud my dad would be of him.
My dad (actually my step dad, who I lived with from the time I was two years old) passed away from cancer before any of my children where born. This makes me sad just to think about it because I know he would have loved his grandchildren more than anything. My dad was a baseball fan (actually a fan of most any sport). He loved to play, he loved to watch and he loved to coach ... he lived for sports. He was also #10 ... always! He grew up in a small town and apparently when he first started playing baseball (in Kindergarten, as the story goes) he and his best friend went to try-outs. They both made the team, dad was given #1 but his friend really wanted it so he traded with him and ended up with #10 and he just always had it!
So when Jacob's coach asked me what number I wanted and my choices were #10 or #12,without hesitation I said #10. I did not realize just how emotional it would make me feel when I saw that #10 watching the game.
My dad would be so proud of Jacob. I believe in my heart that he is watching over us but some days I wish with all my heart that he was here to share in the little pleasures of life with my children.
A magical day to you!