Saturday morning little Bean (he's five) had his game at the Pleasant Hill High School fields. This is the school that I went to for my first two years of high school. It's not a high school any more but it sure brought back memories for me.
Little Bean is very good. I can say that. I'm his Noni. Only this is not a grandma "just being kind" endorsement. He was really good.
The whole team has an immaturity that is charming but, hey!... they're five years old. It's more about having fun and learning than anything else. they worked very hard... all of them.
After the game the team got treats, high fives and some kudos from their coach.
Big brother (in the amazing technicolor outfit) gave his little bro some pointers.
Sis and I went home to clean and decorate for Sunday dinner. We had a good time and the house looked beautiful.
I drove back to the baseball field at 4:00 in the afternoon for the Bean's game.
OK... again I have to brag. My eight year old grandson, during the course of the game, played center field and catcher (move over Buster Posey.) and showed us what being a Little League baseball player is all about.
My oldest grandson is naturally a good ball player, but he also has a determination to do well. He always seems to be focused and "at one" with what he does.
The Bean is very, very good.
Did I tell you that he's left handed?
Giant's? Are you watching?
I spent Saturday evening with my son, Robbin and the boys. Then I went back to my sister's to relax and get a good night's rest. It seems I need more sleep lately. It's the "age" thing. It's about pacing one's self... and having a sister who allows me a private room with a good bed and flowers on the nightstand. Thanks Sis!
The next day we celebrated Easter. Sis, Ben (her youngest son) and I took a lily to Mom.
It was a beautiful day.
Then, in the afternoon everyone arrived. We hug, laughed... we played games, went outside between rain showers and sat down for a wonderful dinner.
Someone said grace and ended with the traditional, "Thanks for the good stuff." I thought about all the prayers of thanks that have been said over the years and how fortunate we are, as a family. We all try our best to be good people, help others and work hard. So thanking God "for the good stuff." is not being silly... it's honest and true. We all held hands and then we ate a wonderful dinner. It was a beautiful day.
We all pray in our own way.