Softball & Grub

Annnnnd, both softball and lunch events for 2018 are in the books.

Annnnnnd, my anxiety level is just now coming down.

Annnnnnd, as usual I am eternally grateful for this group of men who surround me and lift me up every single day.

This is the third event since P went to Heaven.

I have missed him immensely at every single one.

He handled my anxiety and sass with expertise.

There is no question that Beyta and Mr. Watkins have taken the reigns.

I am pretty sure they prepare themselves for this for days.

Not the softball or the food or the setup or the cleanup, but me.

They prepare themselves for my high-strung angst.

Once again, it went off without a hitch.

We ran out of food and drinks.

That's probably a good thing.

Hungry people with full tummies!

I love these days... when they're over.

I love that we get to do this twice a year.

I love my guys to the moon and back.

They have proven they would do anything for me and my family.

I feel the same about them.

I am a lucky, lucky girl.

Until Spring!