College Baseball Hall of Fame

One thing you may not know about my sweet husband is that he has played baseball his entire life. From the time he could hold a ball and bat, still in diapers, he was playing. He played baseball at a junior college before transferring to a four year to finish up his bachelors and play ball there. He played ball at Belmont Abbey in North Carolina. Back in September I want to say, he received a letter in the mail saying he was going to be recognized along with the other ball players on his team that year and they were going to be inducted into the baseball hall of fame. The expression on his face was priceless. If I were to describe it, it is comparable to someone getting a scam letter or phone call saying they won a lot of money. After a few facebook messages to long-lost fellow teammates, it was legit and he was ecstatic. It was a well deserved moment of excitement. October came and we were on the road to North Carolina. He showed us the building he stayed in, the hill he almost fell down when he was on crutches after knee surgery, and the cages he had batting practice in. He even got a few swings in in the same exact spot he did in college. That was a big moment for him.  I was so proud of him for this moment. I took a candid photo of him during the ceremony and he wasn't hiding the pure joy he had of being there. Like a kid in a candy store for the first time. He would kill me if I posted it. HAHAHA! Food, fun, and fellowship, followed the rest of the night and I am elated he was able to catch up with friends he hadn't seen or talked to in years.

The team. Way to go boys! 

Same handsome man, same old cages. 

My only hope is that it doesn't take something like this for him to see his buddies again and we keep in mind how important friendship is, no matter how far apart we are in distance.