BC: Yes, CiCi…I have to ask you something.
Me: Ok, sweetie…what it is?
BC: Can I count on you to buy my candy again this year for the Little League parade?
But how do you say no to this?
I am already sad that I am missing Opening Day this year and disappointed I won’t see him in the parade. Last year we watched him riding through Kountze, tossing candy from his mother-of-all-sized-candy-bags, and waving to his friends and family on the street.
It was a great day. Maybe the Rangers won, maybe they lost – I actually think they tied…but, it doesn’t matter. I can’t go into this year’s “season” with the same enthusiasm as last year. It isn’t because the newness is gone or because I am not there to see it in person. It isn’t the lingering sadness from the recent hit-and-run of Cole’s puppy, Ranger, who was named in honor of his t-ball team.