Wednesday, April 8, 2009
April 8th: Seven years ago to the day is the day I lost my dad, John. After a long battle with kidney cancer the day came that God called him home. It is funny that no matter how many years pass, I think I miss him more today than ever. As children we need our parents to provide food, shelter, clothing and lessons learned. However, I think as adults we need our parents more for friendship and knowledge. As an adult, I have come to understand why our parents did the things they did and how they did them. There is a respect and different kind of bond that is formed. I know there are very few days that go by that I don't think of him. I wish my boys could have gotten the chance to know him too. Miss you Dad. (Dad holding Hayden the day he was born with Zach by his side.)
April 7th: Zach got what he wanted. A cast instead of a splint. This offers him a better opportunity to play baseball. He can't stand to sit still. Good thing Shawn is left handed, that way Zach uses Shawn's glove to catch with, gets the ball out with his left hand, throws the glove off and then throws the ball. It is quite entertaining to watch. He will probably be limited to right field but he is all for it. The scary thing is that he seems to be hitting better with the cast on then he did before he broke his thumb. To him, he will do whatever it takes to play. He has realized when he couldn't play that you can't take playing for granted. I always say, everything happens for a reason and this has been a good lesson learned.