I’ve tried and tried to capture that moment.
When the sun dips below the horizon and lights come on at the ballpark. When the thwack of the bat on ball resounds. When the ball soars up, up, up. When my hands fly into the air in celebration. When the tears roll down my cheeks in defeat. When I first glimpse the green of the field as I step up the ramp. When the strains of Sweet Caroline create a delighted off-key choir.
It’s in those moments that can’t be caught where my favorite memories are made.
Snapshots of Joy preserved.