Busy. Calm. Chaotic. Peaceful.
I've been running around with the kids, going back and forth to baseball practices and games, running errands, and doing all of my usual stuff.
But last evening....
Alex had baseball practice (his first one since getting the cast off of his arm), so Emily and I took him up to the field. While the team practiced, she and I played catch in the area between the ball diamond and the swimming pool here in town.
The weather was perfect. To my right, boys played baseball. To my left, families played in the swimming pool with country music blaring from the snack bar speakers. Kids rode by on bicycles, a couple of women walked by with a dog, and occasionally a train flew past on its way to parts unknown. Every now and then if the breeze blew just right, I'd catch a whiff of chlorine and feel a slight mist of water from the pool.
|The batting cage at sunset|
There are times when I still can't really believe that this is my life. After the struggles that we went through to get to where we are today, sometimes it still just doesn't seem real.
But, that unreal feeling - that is this really my life? thing - it's what keeps me grounded.
I came so close to losing everything not so long ago. I did lose my home, my van, my marriage - and I know how completely hopeless I felt at the time. But now - I have a home. I have a dependable vehicle. I have The Dude and the kids and this crazy wonderful chaotic life and it's good.
I see how far we've come. I see how much progress has been made. And I don't take any of it for granted, because I know how fast things can change.
Sometimes it just takes an evening of baseball to remind me.