It's been a long hard road around here the past few years. We watched a successful business crumble with the crumbling of not just an economy but, moreso, because of the crumbling of an arm. There was fallout from that experience which we expected and didn't expect - ties that bind both strengthen and weaken in these situations. We experienced both. The weakening ties were hardest and most shocking but, in retrospect, it's been a good a thing.
There was a type 1 diabetes diagnosis which has forever changed our lives but, obviously, even more the life of the little girl living with it. This has meant a life revolving around insulin and meters and doctors and hormones. And it's meant that the weakened ties left her a bit alone during all of this - treated as if this all was rather inconsequential - 'no big deal'.
It's just been a lot. So come April 2012 and a trip to a baseball game...it was meaningful. Our son said, "It feels like things are getting a little better". Our daughter just beamed. Non-stop. And the dad that could do this for his baseball nutty kids may have grown just a bit himself - prideful - but in a good way...the kind a dad/husband should have. This game - this occasion - this hallmark. It felt good. It felt solid. And in spite of a Red Sox loss, it felt like a win.