Friday, July 13, was one of the longest days of my life. It was also a day I went to a baseball game. Sparing you the long and drawn out story, my work day was crazy, and my monthly gift arrived. You know what I'm talking about. You can be having the greatest day known to man and this little gift can get you down. So by the time this baseball game rolled around, I felt like a year had passed.
Honestly, I didn't know why I was taking pictures. Because in truth, it was hard for me to be there. I wanted my bed and to stare at the back of my eyelids. Before we left for the game, I wasn't the happiest of people. None of my clothes fit, my hair was greasy, and I was sweaty from being with kids for eight hours in the Florida heat. So my stretchy, loose fitting palazzo pants and a panama hat was the winner. You wore that to a baseball game? Why yes I did. Trust me, I would have loved to be wearing my jeans and a baseball cap, but that was just not going to cut it. Somewhere between a buffalo chicken sandwich and knock off dippin dots, I think I became a happier person.
Looking back, what should have made me happy was my very patient family and man. We left late (my fault) and just made the start of the game. Joy was not the emotion that was inside me that evening, but everyone seemed to understand. Understand that I was tired, understand that I really wasn't up for a baseball game, and understand that I just wasn't me. So thanks fam, for understanding me that day. It doesn't go unnoticed.
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