The Tent Pitcher
Dad’s camp before he returned to us yesterday! It was a short overnight trip for him, but just what he needed to get some man to man fellowship and accountability in, as well as a few good solitary hours in his tree stand.
He got home and Ella Mae put him right to work. Good baby. Our new “laundry center” arrived yesterday and I was looking forward to the prospect of de-cluttering my overwhelmingly disorganized laundry room. Without cabinets on the walls, we don’t have much for storage options in there, but this little gem will at least offer me some necessary space until we get those cabinets up next offseason.
Everyone is so thankful for his return and though we desire that special set-aside time for him and his heart, we sure miss him when he’s gone. And because of that, we really like to show off when he comes home. Bearett’s been working hard on hitting and yesterday, Dad brought the best out of him as Bearett hit SEVERAL balls pitched to him!! He started on the tee with Dad and then two rounds later, was hitting balls Daddy was throwing to him!!
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Mom! Did he really just hit that PITCH??!!!”
You bet he did, Amelia. You bet!!!
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