Ballparks

Ballparks

Love can transcend time.

April 2017 and I feel like a kid again. It's sunny and it's summertime on Beach Avenue. The Red Sox are playing on the Television in our Olive colored living room. My parents are still together. My dad is sitting in "his chair" with the home phone right next to him to call my uncle immediately after every. single. play . My mom is in the kitchen making dinner.  My brother is hitting rocks into the lake and I am sitting on the shore listening to the ping of the bat and demanding a turn. My dad yells out to us "Papi's on deck!" and we race up the hill and inside and sit on the exact couch that I am currently sitting on 3000 miles away in California. I am frozen in this moment in my distant memory. 

There are things in life that you love as if they are a part of you. The things that you don't rememeber where, when, or why you began to love them. The things that if someone were to ask you why you loved it, you just wouldnt have the anwser to  The things that have been twisted into the fibers of what makes us who we are since we took our first breath.  

Wheverever you go you will find things that you don't understand the love for completely. Things that have been generationally engrained into people. I've found that out here in California, it tends to be the surf & skate culture. Back East, in the little town of Hilton, it's loving the simple country-farm life. It's everything from what music your parents got you into, to what religion you were raised to believe in. For some its driving race cars or making music. As for me, its baseball. 

I think it is beautiful how there are things in my life always finding a way to connect back to where I have been all while taking me where I'm meant to go. I have a conviction that a pretty large chunk of my life will be spent in ballparks. Baseball is my little time machine that takes me back to when things were simpler and sunny and full of love. 

I guess that is how things are now. Maybe not simple. But sunny, and happy, and felt with a full heart. More complex but all that more exciting and amazing. May we grow up but may we never grow out of who we are. May every time I step inside a ballpark for the rest of my lfe I feel like a kid in my backyard playing with my brother. May every game I watch may I remember what it was like to sit in my parents bedroom in 2004 watching the Red Sox break the curse. 

Today, I am in california and in love with a man who is in love with the first thing that I can remember loving.

If that isn't the most pure and meant to be thing in this world than I do not know what is. 

This morning

This morning

On this state

On this state