I learned at a very young age that when the warm weather commences that softball season is just around the corner. I have so many fond memories of watching my Dad play softball - cheering him on and running the bases once the game was finished. The familiar clunking sound of the bat making contact with the ball. The encouraging cheers (and sometimes unpolished language) of the players as they intensely watched their fellow teammates. It's funny how everyone (players, spouses, children) became almost like a second family. You might not see them from September to April but once softball season starts again it is as if no time has passed at all. I used to refer to the other players' children as my softball friends since that was the only time of year I would have the opportunity to see them. It was always fascinating to see the changes from the previous season. New marriages, newborn babies, children who seemed to grow and change so much over the course of the softball-less portion of the year.
Now I feel that this tradition is coming full circle. Caroline is now the little girl who will grow and change with each softball season. It will not be long before she is playing with the other children, collecting the balls that make it over the fence, slapping the players high fives, running those bases once the game is over, and cheering on her Daddy when he is up to bat.