How Did That Happen?!

At least 12 hours have passed and in that time, I have countlessly questioned myself. I'm still wondering how 'it' happened? I'm totally perplexed, I tell you! Which, if you know me well, you understand that I have been perplexed for most of my life about at least one or a dozen things. But back to the biggest current question... How did that happen?! How is it that I, a total non-sport participating person, actually started to like playing softball?? What was it that tipped me over the edge? In all of my 42 years, I have never enjoyed playing sports. And now, even though I ran like a turtle, got numerous outs, and am more sore today than I was after all three of my children's births put together--honestly, I really and truly enjoyed myself.

Last night, the team played a double-header. Never mind that the opposing teams were literally half our age, we had a great time and almost won! Dirk got a home run and ran it like a pro! The last game finished with a 7-10 loss but all I could see was a bunch of winners...which brought me to tears. Both of my 'surrogate' sons came up to me and told me I did a good job. Now we all know the truth, I wasn't very good, but their words hit me in the heart. Dirk thought I was crying because I struck out. (Mind you, I'm not that into the game!) I will miss my team more than words can say. People always say they will visit and all that stuff when a person moves but we've moved around enough to understand the most well meaning words are rarely acted on. So when I walked off the field and realized that I actually liked playing softball, I now realize the reason I most likely began to like it was because I love the people I played with...and I will miss them so very much.