Highs and Lows

Yesterday I found out that my children's pediatrician had passed away over the weekend. He was 38, and had 4 children around the same age as some of my children. I am so sad for his family.  I'm sad for my family too. He had cared for our family since we moved here four years ago. My little ones loved him.  I also feel a little vulnerable, a little fragile.  The world has one less "good guy" today.

Yesterday was also the first softball game of the year.  We missed our daughters first varsity game.  We were across town attending the baseball parent meeting.  However, we got there in time to see her play with the JV team.  (She is JV that plays up to varsity when needed.) The score was tied going into the last inning.  There was one out and Liz got up to the plate.  Hubby is standing behind me and says "She's going to knock it out of here." I chided him for expecting too much.  Seconds later we hear the crack as ball connects with bat.  Hubby is yelling behind me "It's gone! Its gone!"  The ball finally comes down, in the middle of the soccer field.  (Good thing that game had just ended.) Liz is rounding the bases.  The crowding screaming her name. Her teammates are mobbing her at home plate.  I made my way to the dug out to congratulate her, but was so  near tears I couldn't say a word. I love those moments.  When everything seems to come together. I don't think she stopped smiling all night.