Growing up

If you know Jake at all he is the least serious child you will ever meet - a big Goofball! A big Goofball that LOVES baseball.

Jake will practices during the week, have an hour practice on Sunday before a two hour game, and on the way home he will still BEG his dad to play catch with him when we get home. I LOVE watching him play. I love watching his passion for the game, when he is on that pitchers mound that Goofball turns into a little man...a man...but he is not a man he is just a little boy. The little baby boy that didn't get to come home from the hospital for 31 days because he weighed a mere 3lbs 9oz at birth, because he couldn't mantaine his body temperature, because he couldn't eat on his own, and he couldn't go a full night without sleep apnea. This was the same little man/boy on that mound. I choke up everytime he is up there, part of is because I know he wants that shut out so bad, I can feel it in my bones, but a bigger part is because he is here, a healthy 8 year old little man/boy.

Couldn't wait for his first word, then his first step, play his first sport...I couldn't wait...now I just want it to slow down I want to savor every moment. I know this is something a lot of parents go through, but recently I got a wake up call. "You have stop wishing the time away" it could be gone in the blink of an eye. Enjoy, Love and Savor every moment of every day.