* He was so excited to get ready for his game, he basically stripped down from the family room to his bedroom when I told him it was time to get ready. He also requested pictures of him and his uniform outside*
* Gosh that face and those eyes*
* This is Arlo's friend Cole and they probably had more fun hanging out at the game then the actual playing of the game*
* At some point while they were in the field Arlo and Cole got everyone to start throwing their hats and gloves in the air*
* Arlo was so excited to have his family at his game, he kept running out to us and saying hi and asking us if we were watching him.*
* The last bat of the game and he chose the biggest bat in the dugout, weighed as much as he did and was probably the same height but that's the bat he chose and he wasn't switching. He walked to the T, swung and knocked the ball all the way towards 2nd base. Granted the bat almost took him down but he made it to first base.*
Arlo,
Oh Arlo, I didn't think I would do it but I did, I cried while driving you to your first "baseball" game. You insist on calling it baseball and not T-ball. I was doing really well, I promise, until we got onto the highway that took us to the small town that your game was being played at. I just couldn't believe that we were here, doing this! Taking you to your first game ever! For so long you have wanted to participate in some sort of sport but because of your age you were not old enough. This year was the year and you were so excited!
I helped you put on your uniform, we started with the socks. You thought they were way to long, they were on your short legs. Then came your team shirt with the number 7, Nash's birthdate and you said it was the best number. You would be proud to represent your brother in some way. Then your pants, also to big for your short frame. The belt came next and oh man son you were pumped about the belt. Many boys didn't have one but yours was bought more out necessity then looks. Last we laced up your cleats and you were ready to go. You asked to have your picture taken and ran out of your room and I took a deep breath while permantly putting the image of you running out of that room all geared up.
I took your pictures and I noticed little details, like how bunched your little pants were. But I'm a mother and I knew that one day those little pants would be to small for you and that the little 4 year old that wears them now will soon turn into a big 5, 6, 7 ect and new pants would be purchased. How your cleats just looked so big on your feet but I knew sooner than later your little toes would soon push the tip of those cleasts and we will move up to a new and bigger size. Your shirt, when tucked in, doesn't display your number very well but I also knew that by next summer it will probably be starting to get to short.
I remember telling your Dad that once you started sports, whatever sport you played, you would be hooked and our days, afternoons and evenings would be placating your thirst to be on the field, mat, court.
When you were only 2 years old you watched your first World Series with me. You stayed up late and sat on the couch, rocking of course, and we watched as the Boston Red Sox over took the St. Louis Cardinals and I cheered and you smiled at me. I don't care a bit if you are the worst player that ever touched a baseball or this is your one and only season (althought I highly doubt it). Or if you become one of the greatest to walk the field. You bring something to your games that nobody else on that field has and that is your passion and a small piece of my heart that lies within yours and has since the day your were born. I will congratulate you when you do well, listen when you are frustrated, scold you when you let your temper fly and always no matter what, be proud of you.
This picture of you will be the one that will most likely be the one I always see you as when you are playing. To big pants, baggy shirt, even your little hat is a little big. But I know all to well that this picture will start to change through out the years. But as your Mom at least for now, this will be how I see you and what I see I love so very much.
Love-
Mama
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