Balls

Trinity has lost interest in throwing the baseball around for several weeks now. It’s all been about football. So this is our game of catch nowadays: Jaedon is my halfback/center. He hikes it, takes handoffs from me, and Trinity runs the receiver patterns that my stepfather taught me when I was Trinity’s age; the buttonhook, the streak, the square-out, the corner-fake-dipsy-do, the long bomb curl…

Trinity has soft hands for his age, his body movement is growing more in synch with where he wants it to go, and Jaedon gleefully tackles the hell out of him on the lawn.
Meanwhile, I still carry Beth’s baseball with me in my backpack.