Golf, birthdays, baseball, softball, what more does a man need?

I teed off at 7:00 this morning and managed to get in 9 holes by 9:00. Of course, I was nearly the only one out on the course at that insane time. Aaron even went with me as my caddy and putt master. In a couple hours from now, eight years ago today, I was helping Katie through that last set of pushes to bring our son, Aaron, into this world. I can't believe he's already eight. Weren't we just bringing him home from the hospital, scared out of our minds and already sleep deprived? It's amazing how he's grown so quickly already. 11:00, first pitch (pitching machine pitch that is). They are playing another undefeated team today, so it should be interesting. I'll be there in the dugout with my "official" COACH shirt. 4:00 this afternoon, my own team (slow pitch softball, hold your laughter) will be in action. I'm finding that playing slow pitch softball at 40 is a lot tougher than playing high school baseball at 16. My body doesn't move like it used to when I was a bit younger. Knowing that today will be in the lower 90's doesn't help my body either. Finishing the day is a birthday party for Aaron, to which my wife somehow convinced me that we should then allow three other young boys to sleep at our house this evening. I don't know how I said yes to that, but I did. Truthfully, it wasn't really my decision. It was one of those, "a couple of Aaron's friends are spending the night. You're all right with that, right? Ok." See, my wife likes to let me think I'm the boss here, but I know better.

Thanks for your prayers. Kate fell asleep early last night, a rare sight these days. I don't know why we're just being hit hard lately, but God's God, and He knows what He's doing. God bless.