Being on the road the last couple of weeks, I have missed my Sunday catch-playing friends. Harper snagged me after worship and filled me in on the latest news. He doubled in his game yesterday on the way to an 8 – 6 victory. Atticus and Sophie also joined in on the parking lot game of catch which resulted in several baseballs with cool asphalt scars.
Ava and Carolina had expressed interest in meeting for a game of catch.
“It just seems like a lot of fun,” Ava said.
“I’ve always wanted to give baseball a shot,” said Carolina.
The two are sisters (stepsisters) as the result of a blended marriage, which is another word for adventure. Ava loves to read and would like to be a doctor; Carolina is fascinated by dance and would like to be a teacher. I’m sure they fight like any sisters do — sharing can be such a fine line — but they are also quite complimentary towards one another.
Both families went to the nearby school playground. I was grateful for a tree whose shade cast wide enough for all of us to play catch. Though Carolina writes lefty, she prefers to throw a ball with her right hand. She asked to borrow a glove and tried on multiple, left and right, before deciding. She chose the new Wilson, of course, so I used Dad’s Wilson from 1970 which was recently re-strung and still needs to be re-broken in. Ava likes to throw the ball hard and caught me with a curveball question, “Did you like playing catch with my dad and Eli?”
What a small, small world.
Jeff and Kaylea also joined in and we played catch longer than the twins lasted on the swings and running around the park. I gave the girls one of the parking lot balls to keep so they could continue practicing on their own at home. The game was a perfect precursor of a Sunday afternoon nap.
After I woke up from my dreamless slumber, Jamie sent me a message.
“Just noticed this on our big calendar. The girls loved playing catch!”
Carefully written on today’s date were the words, “A and C play catch,” followed by a large smiley face.