He got to throw the first pitch. He looked like such a big kid out there on the field. I don't think the boys ever sat down long enough to watch any of the game, but they seemed to have a great time. Jake even got to stand on the dugout with Conrad the Crawdad while everyone in the stadium sang Happy Birthday. He was beaming.
Olivia was acting her age, sqirmming and wanting down. Pretty darn cool. But, hard to handle, so she and I hit the road in the middle of the game. The boys stayed for the fireworks show after the game.
Nine years old. I just can't believe it.




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