Another weekend apart.

Garrett and I were married on a Saturday, had a quick honeymoon, were back to school and baseball practice by Tuesday, and Garrett played in a game the next Friday. Before that weekend I had never stayed through a whole baseball game, much less ever watched what the players were doing, so needless to say I had an immediate "change of life interests" with a huge new focus on sports.

After three years of baseball seasons I have learned to love baseball, and after half of Garrett's games being on the road I made him promise he would never leave me alone at night again!

Fat chance.

So a few weeks ago my school had baseball tickets to the Diamond Backs for cheap, and of course I bought a pair. Then we found out Garrett had a camping trip with the boys at church. So he went camping and I went to a baseball game without him. It felt so weird!

Here we are without Garrett but we held up just fine. In respect for Garrett I spent most of the night teaching the girls about baseball like my hubby has done for me the last 3 years. I'm graduated past "there are three strikes and four balls..." to "the batter can run on a third-strike-dropped-ball..." Seriously it's advanced. Kim.. Dani.. Sherri.. Bri... you know what I mean.

All in all the night was fun and Garrett had a blast camping. I missed him like crazy and made him promise once again that he'll never leave over night again. Even Sammy cries and stares at the garage door when he's gone!