Color me happy this morning.
Here’s why: this morning I’m the proudest of mammas.
My daughter, who is 9, plays softball. Actually, it’s more accurate to say she lives and breathes softball.
Last night, her team (the Knights) played in their second playoff game. Last year the team lost in the second round, but we were so absolutely delighted and astounded to have won the first game it felt like winning the world series anyway.
This year, it was different. This is a team of girls who came with some business to take care of.
Last night, not only did they win, but they played well. Really well.
And they had fun, both on the field and off.
They were out there talking to each other on the field, reminding each other, cheering each other on. They were completely focused on their mission.
They were dousing themselves with cold water in between innings and were more concerned about advancing the runners than scoring themselves.
Before the game a couple of team members asked what would happen if this was the last game. They were were quickly told by others that this was their second-to-the-last game. Period. The expectation was that on Saturday they were planning to be in the finals.
And they won 5-0.
Oh, happiness.
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