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I have seen a total of TWO of my daughter's softball game this season.
Out of 15.
They ALWAYS fall on my work days. It's almost like a joke.
But today was one of the rainout, make-up games and I got lucky.
And I sat in the bleachers and as I watch, I cannot believe she is "mine".
I fall upstairs and tear my quadricep....she does this...
Tomorrow....old stuff, rust, peeks at vignettes & estate finds. I promise.
Today, I share what felt like a gift! Being able to finally see a game.
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What a treat for you to go to the game. I hope your quad feels better. I can't imagine getting ready for shows with an injury!!
Annette
Posted by: Annette | May 10, 2011 at 07:18 AM