Saturday, October 9, 2010
Love
There is something so endearing about the first time you hear your child say, "I love you." Ree doesn't say it regularly, and so it still melts my heart whenever she says it to me. Tonight, as I was tucking the boys into bed, Michael said it for the first time ever. To his baseball glove. At least it was sincere.
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It was a simple elegy to a Reds season in which we, the fans, at once received more than we expected and less than we desired. It was, spoken with the poetic elan of a one-year-old, a love story of man and sport, a love timeless and enduring.
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