When I posted last time, Lindsey brought up Mom's excited squeals when she would watch the kids play baseball.  While everyone would use that time to socialize... Mom was ALL business.  She'd get her sunglasses on (to make sure she wasn't staring into the sun) and position herself on the front row so that no one was in front of her, blocking her view.  She knew where every single kid was on every single play.  She would get her arms going... not  quite sure if she should clap... cheer... climb the fence to help.... She would get screaming for them to "Run! Run! Run!" or "Oh!  Get there!"

Her excitement was immeasurable. 

Her love for those kids was immeasurable!

She took such pride in them when they did well and would be the first in line to tell them what a great job they had done.  And when they didn't win... well she was the first to point out all the positives.

I hope that as we start to try to get on with our lives, that she's right there with us.  That she's wearing her big sunglasses, her platform flip flops, and a shirt that says "Wife, Mom, Grandma." I hope that she's sitting in the front bleecher cheering us on, squealing with excitement when we do something well... and reminding us of all the positives when the game seems to go the other way.