Yesterday I had a Daddy date with Luik. I remember such outings with my own father very fondly.
But today’s was special because he got his first baseball glove.
I only ever played one season of Babe Ruth Baseball growing up. Spent it in right field, when I did get off the bench. But I’ll never forget countless games of catch in the front yard with my Daddy.
I could care less if he plays a single season, I just like looking in his face and throwing a ball together.
I’d love to hear about one of your parent-related memories growing up. ch: