The Girls Who Miss Their Pa
Just me and my girl...and our portable fan...chillin sweatin' at Daddy's game.
On days he's in the dugout (the two days following his start), Amelia and I usually play baseball hookie and stay home because we can't talk to Dada and because the Louisiana summer heat - actually heat doesn't even begin to describe the nastiness that sits on you - is basically unbearable. But, since we've only even seen Daddy for 8 of the last 28 days (shoot me, dumb schedule!!!), we decided to go...just so we could flirt with him look at him from the stands. We're totally desperate at this point!
But, at least we have the joy of watching Daddy work on the days he's home. Not many girls get that opportunity. So, even though it stinks sitting without him and even though it stinks worse when he leaves on the road, we do cherish the hours at the field with him - even from 200 feet away - because most girls don't get to sit and watch their Pa work like we do. Love you, Adam. Miss you already. And gosh, Amelia, your face is just too cute!
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