All summer long I had been hoping, wishing, and praying to go to a Braves game. Not only am I a fan but I sorta missed the whole baseball thing once the season ended for Kid #1. All summer I have been checking and re-checking my budget to see if I could afford to go to a game. All summer I have been watching from the outside looking in, and as the summer began to come to a close, bitterness moved in.
Saturday night, The He told me he was taking the kids to a Monday night Braves game. Logically, I was thinking it was awesome for the kids to have such a good dad. He took the time to think of them and he was using his resources to provide them with dad qt and an experience. But…I am not always logical.
A long time ago, I realized what you put into the Universe generally comes to pass. It doesn’t always come when you want it, but it comes. I have also learned the importance of faith. Faith, God and the Universe is a big discussion that deserves more space and time, but the gist of it is that I respect the magnificent mix of it all. I respect it, I communicate with it, I lock into it and when I don’t life is so off balance.
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