Today was one of those golden late summer days—the kind where the air still carries the warmth of the season, but you can feel fall quietly waiting in the wings.
We spent the evening at the ball field, watching her lace up her cleats, toss her glove, and take the field with her usual mix of focus and fun. The sun dipped lower with every inning, casting long shadows and painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks.
She swung hard, ran fast, and laughed louder than the cheers in the stands. It wasn’t about winning today—it was about being out there, doing what she loves, with dirt on her knees and a smile on her face.
We cheered, snapped photos, and soaked it all in. These are the days I want to remember. The late summer games, the joy in her eyes, and the quiet pride of watching her grow—one pitch, one play, one sunny evening at a time.