He says that he wants to be a catcher.
No one threw the ball home, during his first little league game today. But if they had, he would have been ready.
His second at bat, was the hardest line drive double any kindergarten player this side of the Milky Way hit this afternoon if you ask me.
I am so thrilled for his joy out there.
On the field I imagine that Sammy feels invincible. He is only unlike anyone else, because he is so naturally talented in hitting and throwing a ball. Now let’s give him something to catch!
He is one of the youngest kids on the field. When he first came up to bat, one his buddies yelled; “Sammy you know you are one of the best hitters we got! Go SAMMY!”
I’m so proud of you baby. So proud and so happy to have the opportunity to experience this kind of happiness being lived by my kid. My first born whackadoodle Grand Sam!
Just came across your blog. We are in the process of our first adoption through the foster care system. Always encouraging to come across blogs that speak candidly about the issues we face as transracial families!
Hey, Sam, That glove is bigger than you are — almost. Wish I were there to watch your games. Love, lots, Grampy