This weekend we got a chance to watch our youngest play her first game of t-ball.  It was a special moment for me for a couple reasons. First, I love this game that I grew up playing and watching. Even in its most basic form, it's still in a league of its own (pun intended). And watching my right-handed girl walk up to the plate and instinctively bat left-handed like her daddy made me tear up a bit.  It was like all these small elements of our own younger years coming together in this tiny little girl.  The significance might have been lost on her at this moment, but I hope she can look back in years to come and appreciate this as much as I do.  From her gum-chewing to high-fiving to dirt-kicking, it was all just awesome.