These photos popped up in my Facebook memories today. They are sweet memories of a baseball season 3 years ago. My sweet and talented friend, Melanie, took most of these photos. And I am ever grateful. They are by far some of my favorites.
With all the years of baseball we’ve played, spring, summer, fall, little league, travel, and now high school, I can honestly say I have enjoyed all of the boys’ baseball seasons. But this one seemed to be a little extra fun. Brooks coached and was affectionately dubbed “Buttermaker”.
Shane helped with the coaching and herding the little players. And always had a bit of advice for his brother.
I spent a lot of time herding in the dugout and cheering from the sidelines.
This team was made up of sweet friends for both the kids and the parents. Lots of fun and lots of laughter. And some serious baseball.
On Little League Day at the Chico State Stadium, Brooks got to take this team out on the field for the pledge of allegiance. And Brooks got to throw out the first pitch.
Wyatt, of course, got to hang out with his favorite player.
It was a good time had by all.
I have such fond memories of this team and this season.
Things are getting harder at the moment. Today marks 11 months without Wyatt. And the year mark is coming. I’m trying to brace myself, but not really sure just how to do that.
The waves are getting higher and rougher. The undertow is strong. I feel like I’ve been thrown into a countdown I didn’t know was happening at this time last year, only now it’s real and I’m very aware.
It is getting harder to hang onto the shiny memories. The hard hurtful memories of Wyatt’s last days are lodging themselves in my brain. They’re pretty hard to shake right now, sneaking up on me when I’m really not ready. Memories like these photos and this baseball season are what I’m trying to cling to to chase the painful memories away.