On Saturday, we took the girls to a baseball game. They split a Dodger dog and Cracker Jacks, cheered and danced, and watched the ball rise and fall in the bright lights of the night.
So often my life feels like a test run. I think I have time to get started on the business of memory making; of figuring out this family thing.
This weekend, it struck me: they will remember this. Amid the traffic, the hiking up and down bleachers to go to the bathroom, the overpriced hot dogs: they will remember the feeling of togetherness. Family.