We all know, but often-times forget, just how much joy we can get from some of the simplest things in our lives....like playing a game of catch with our kids.
Yesterday, my son and I went down to San Francisco to see the surgeon that performed Tommy John surgery on his right elbow in late September. Rehab has gone smoothly and according to our best wishes. Yesterday, he was cleared to begin his throwing program! We were both feeling pretty good on the drive home.
Today I was at lunch with a client, and a bit distracted. After lunch, I drove home and found my son there. I asked him a simple "wanna play catch?" He about flew down into our basement to get his catcher's mitt out, and we went out on the front lawn for 5 minutes. We were only about 45 feet apart, and after 20 or so throws, he said he'd had enough for his first day back. It was 360 days since his injury, and the last time he'd thrown until today.
I don't know which one of us had a bigger grin on our face. I still haven't lost mine.
Sometimes, it doesn't take much to really make your day!
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