I was repeating a mantra of my own today. I used to be a pretty good softball player, but E had never seen me play. My sister-in-law asked me to play in a tournament this weekend to raise money for cancer research. E and I both thought it was a good chance for her to see me play and for me to get to see a bunch of old friends. Sure enough I saw tons of people from the good old softball days who all teased me about being too old for this. My mantra: I just don't want to get hurt. Being the old softball player I am, I dove for a ball, twisted my hand wrong and now have three broken bones in it. So much for mantras. I will have to experiment with new ways of picking up and playing with EG. The good news is that it's my right hand and I'm a lefty. And, nothing out of place. And, no cast.
And, I have a wonderful partner who wanted to know more of me. And, EG giggled today.