Waiting For Dad

Some of my happiest memories from childhood were the countless hours my Dad spent playing baseball with me. Images of him hitting grounders, pitching, and just playing catch are forever burned into my memory.

My sons have inherited my love for sports and my oldest is always asking me to play. On the day this photo was taken I was in the middle of something. When I passed the front door and saw him sitting there reading a book (much to my delight!!!) I saw a moment that I’m certain most sons and fathers could relate.