2 of my nephews played baseball in a tournament today.
Being the 14th of the month, I knew it'd be hard watching Jake, but I promised him I'd come watch, so I went.
I had no idea seeing #7 on the field again would be so hard, but it definitely was. Jake insisted he have Erik's number and I couldn't be more proud that he chose that all on his own.
Tomorrow is an awful day, but I'm hoping it won't be as bad as today was.... one can only hope. 29 long, long months and I miss him more now than ever!