With the changing voice and the copious amounts of attitude that fill my house it really come as no shock that things, they are a changing and my boy is growing up. But it never seems to really hit me until I can look back and see the difference. This week the baseball season officially began for him, kicking off his first season as a Pony player. He’s only 12 and will be playing with mostly 13 and 14 year old but he has typically bumped up to each level early except for way back when, when he spent a second year in ‘peanut’ baseball so that he and his brother could be on the same time.
And he still loves it today. These photos are from last season and he’s changed even since then. But one thing that hasn’t changed is that neither one of us can wait for that first crack of the bat at the first game of the season.