Music to my ears. Over and over, as I carried her from the stadium to the car - racing to get back for a church meeting, my sweet Mia protested against our haste. Surely, I thought, 3 hours at the ballpark would've been enough for my four-year old. But, much to my delight, it was NOT! After all, it was only the seventh inning...
This summer, Mia and I caught an afternoon ballgame between the upstart Royals and the back-slidden Minnesota Twins. We first went to Guest Services and received her "First Game Certificate", then to the gift shop for her royals mini-bat, then (FINALLY!) - courtesy of a friend, we were treated to great seats under some coveted shade. We lasted about three innings - or as long as it took to finish her cotton candy. The usher was kind enough to help me with the clean-up.
Then....
It was off to center field where the true action is. We played wiffle ball, we threw fastballs off a mound, Mia raced to first base, rode the carousel, played on the jungle gym, and ate some chicken fingers. We had SUCH an amazing time together - just her and me. For a dad, to spend time with your oldest daughter, sharing in America's past-time and one of my four loves is a dream come true.
But now for the highlight: we waited in a long line to hit some balls on the wiffle ball field (called "The Little K"). Kid after kid got up to the plate and - mostly - floundered around (if I may say). But then Mia got up there, assumed the stance, and whacked ball after ball. The 'crowd' was stunned, Papa was proud, and Mia was nonplussed. As she rounded the bases, I think I heard her say "Just another day at the ballpark."
My only regret is that I couldn't get my
Canon camera to work in time and had to use my lame-circa-2010-cell-phone-video-camera-that-actually-needs-cables-and-can't-connect-directly-to-this-thing-called-the-world-wide-web-and-even-still-can-no-longer-sync-to-my-computer-and-therefore-can't-upload-it-for-the-masses-to-appreciate-if-not-marvel-at-the-sheer-athletic-prowess-of-my-oldest-daughter.
Canon camera to work in time and had to use my lame-circa-2010-cell-phone-video-camera-that-actually-needs-cables-and-can't-connect-directly-to-this-thing-called-the-world-wide-web-and-even-still-can-no-longer-sync-to-my-computer-and-therefore-can't-upload-it-for-the-masses-to-appreciate-if-not-marvel-at-the-sheer-athletic-prowess-of-my-oldest-daughter.
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I sit here with some tears welling up in my eyes. I have to tell you that I'm sure Dan loves all his girls well. But every time I see he and Mia together this thought comes to mind. Because of her beginning she bonded with her "daddy" when he went to bring her home....and ALWAYS it makes me think of how God and I are bonded...I am His now and forever...it is something special that no one else can replace. So thankful that God chose Mia to be His and yours....so thankful that His beautiful, crazy plan for these specific daughters to be knit together as this beautiful family. Well done God, well done
Thank you Pam!
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