Thankful Thursday - Sharing and Game Balls

Tuesday night, while I was at Spencer's t-ball game with the kids, Bruce led his second-to-the-last Financial Peace University class.

Afterwards, he went to his parent's house bearing gifts: A late Mother's Day card for my mother-in-law, because we didn't get to see her on Sunday. And a bag chock-full of creeping phlox I had dug out of one of the barrel containers in our front yard. (Those barrels are old and need to be trashed.)

I transplanted several bits of phlox into different places on a bank in our yard, but had so much leftover that I offered it to several friends. My father-in-law always gets first dibs on any garden pass-alongs I have though.

When Bruce got home, he had a few things for us from my in-laws. A loaf of Sharon's famous sourdough bread that we call simply "Meemaw Bread." We all love it, but Spencer is the most shameless in asking Sharon for a new loaf.

And... and... and...

Roy sent seven tomato plants that he had leftover from planting in his garden. My father-in-law is a great gardener. I want to be just like him that way. But I'm not. Every year he grows tomatoes from seed. I'm too impatient for that. Usually, we bum garden-fresh tomatoes from his overflow. But occasionally, he's passed on leftover plants to us. And that makes me and the kids very happy.



I think the tomato is the very best vegetable alive. I'm just partial that way. And the kids seem to be following in my footsteps. My father-in-law caters to their love of tomatoes, too.

So today I'm very thankful for shared Meemaw Bread and tomato plants.

Ahh, but there's more.

Our Spencer received the game ball at his t-ball game on Tuesday.



He is so proud. He wouldn't leave the field until they took his picture probably a dozen times. I don't really know the criteria for winning the game ball, and I don't care. Friends know that I'm not a huge t-ball or baseball fan. I am, however, a ginormous Spencer fan. And he is feeling mighty fine about his efforts on the field.

He hit a home run during the game his first time at bat. I have to admit I don't know how he did at his second time at bat because I was yakking and missed it entirely. But don't tell Spencer that. He told me in the van before the game that I needed to be cheering loudly for him.

Once he finally was escorted away from his picture taking with his new ball, he ran up to me and said, "Mom! Mom! I got the game ball! I earned it."

I love his coach. I'm not sure what he said to Spencer when he gave him the ball, but whatever it was made an impression on my boy. He earned that ball.

I'm so thankful that even though I do not care for t-ball, my younger son is giving it his all. And he loves it. And it has made him feel like a million bucks.

That's just good stuff.


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