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Home Run!

“The best way to waste your life, ... is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate.”

Well, I doubt any of us can top the birthday present Zach got a day, in the second game of the double header, Zach hit the ball out of the park! A home run! It was very exciting. But maybe not so much for the guy who owns that black truck he hit. His first two at bats were a single (on an error) and a strike-out, so when he got up to bat, Kate, Duke and I ran to sit on Dave's rock...and KA-BOOM! Thanks, Dave! WW split the double header with Pendleton, losing 10-3 the first game and winning 10-5 the second game. It was a bit cold, but isn't that how opening day is supposed to be?

All the moms, shivering under blankets. All the dads pacing along the fence. Sunflower seeds and dogs and kids shouting. Zach's mask hitting the dirt when he throws it off to go after a fly ball. Tuff talking it up at first base. Morgan smiling on his way in to the dugout. Ryan staring down the batter. Justin making the double play. Brandon swinging for the fence. It was everything we'd waited for all winter long. Zach's home run and throwing a guy out as he tried to steal second. All that we'd waited for, and more than we'd hoped for. Today, winter lost its grip on my heart.

Last night, I went to the store, came home. The boys unloaded the car and emptied the garbage. Kate finished the dishes. I put the leftover pasta into tupperware. Somebody swept the floor and somebody walked the dog and somebody changed a light bulb. Homework was done. Laundry was folded. Everyday sorts of things. Earlier, I had helped Zach re-lace his catcher's shin guards and re-size his catcher's mask...just like I figured out football pants and shoulder pads in the fall.

For that minute, while putting away ordinary groceries, I stood, staring into the full refrigerator, the door wide open, Duke at my feet, and I thought..."We're doing it, Dave. Do you see us? Do you see us?"

It's not easy, and it's not always pretty, but we're doing it. The fridge is full, so are tummies. There's a roof over our heads and gas in the tank. We figured out how to get gear ready and how to get to...and through...a game on our own. It's been a year and a half, and we're still breathing.

So I took that moment, to look ithe fridge, look at milk, eggs, lettuce, pickles and tomatoes, and recognize one more baby step toward...well, toward whatever is next.

And here are some of the reasons we've made it.

My heart may feel empty sometimes, but my house never is. There is noise...lots of it. Boisterous shouting and wrestling and jumping around. Chest puffing, arm thumping and excess testosterone. X-box and NCAA. Cougar shirts. Scary movies. Smelly shoes. BIG smelly shoes. Loud music. AC-DC. Van Halen. The Offspring. Switchfoot. The Beatles. Scorpions. They eat a ton of doritos and cookies by the dozen. I buy salsa by the gallon and soda by the case. And I wouldn't trade a single second of it. Besides, they help paint rooms, move furniture, refinish decks, tear out floors, assemble shelves, carry stuff, open jars and fix almost as many things as they break. And I thank God for them every day.


  1. Yea for baseball and Spring and having the dark of winter leaving us. Of course I wasn't saying that the day after daylight savings took effect -- it took a few days. Your right those kids they keep you going and give you that reason to do it. I know Dave is smiling, a great big grin, and telling everyone about his special family and how they are doing just fine and oh how so proud he is of them. We are all proud of you my friend.

  2. You are doing it! I am amazed at your stength and courage - although I know you have no choice it's still amazing to me!


  3. The Mouat Crew3/21/2007 8:33 PM

    Way to go Z!! I hit a couple in practice in high school but never in a real game until the night after Ryan was born in WW (of course that game was softball in rec league not baseball, but hey it was over a fence :o)If you ever have the time in your busy schedule, I know Ryan could use a word of encouragement. For some reason he is really struggling with his self confidence at the start of this season - especially behind the plate...
    ...and a big way to go to you too Shelley. It has not and is not an easy road you walk, but you are doing it and doing it well. To quote an old country hit "there's a difference 'tween livin' and livin' well". Dave always did encourage all who knew him to "finish well"...well Shelley, you do too. You really do.

    All our love...

  4. I love it. I love this post Chelle. I wish I were right in there with you and all those kids and baseball, it's the best. Grab hold of these times, they pass too quickly. Take it from me, who's baby leaves for college in the fall. it's much better to have a houseful of kids.
    Play ball!
    love u,


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