How do you catch a six year old?

it was hard to get a rythm going, but for a few minutes there we had it. throw. catch. throw. catch. throw. bounce.:-) we moved around each other as we stepped and reached to get the ball to whap into the pockets of the gloves. we ended up going around the face of the clock. at one point, caleb asked to move into a shaded area of the yard, since the sun was full on his back (though low in the sky).

he'd been asking me all afternoon to do this. we finally were able to. i intentionally waited until later in the afternoon (close to 6), so that the heat wouldn't be such a factor.

"great catch!"
"good throw!"
"keep your eye on the ball all the way into your glove, and bring your other hand into the glove after the ball!"

it's odd. don't remember doing anything like that with daddy.

i suspect we WOULD have, had we had the opportunity. but as it was, i don't remember owning a baseball glove growing up ... and it wasn't that big a sport in chile anyway.

to be honest, it seemed kind of boring, watching it at grandaddy and grandma's ... almost like golf still is NOW ... :-)

picture this: the sun going down, a slight breeze blowing. not too many bugs, caught one mayfly on the strip on the back of my ball cap, and mostly blue sky above. and your six year old son spending time with you because HE wanted to.

it's not iowa. it really IS heaven.