Well, this is it. Senior year for #3. Baseball season is just around the corner. I can't wait for it to start, but I don't want it to start! Because as soon as it starts, it'll be over all too quickly. It's the beginning of the end, the last of everything - sigh. It's gonna be tough!
College ball is down to two finalists, two good choices - so the pressure is off, the hard part is almost over. This will be the year to just love the game again, like he did when he was 8 and 9 years old.
I'm happy for him, but oh, so sad for me. When he left for his first day of kindergarten, he turned around just before climbing on the bus and said to me "poor old mommy. Don't worry, I'll still think about you!" I think I'll ask him if he still means it!
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