4:15 PM. It’s become my favorite time of day here. I’ve experienced 4:15 everyday of my life, but never have I experienced it with such awe. The sun is just starting to sink behind the hills, the sky turns amazingly beautiful colors, and everything here becomes surrounded with a golden glow. It’s the time of day where the kids are out playing, exploring, climbing, and getting their last bit dirty before we have to call it a day.
Today, under the beautiful glow of the golden hour, the kids and I played a game of baseball. It was one of my favorite moments of play that I’ve had with them since living here. Colton put on his cleats, set up his T-ball stand, passed out gloves, set up bases, and we were ready to play ball! We haven’t been into organized sports with them yet. The interest just hasn’t been there. But, tonight in our backyard, amongst the tall oak trees, they were little baseball stars! We played for over an hour, taking turns hitting, running the bases, and tagging each other out. Preston eagerly would yell “strike one!” anytime someone else was up to bat. Colton excitedly claimed every hit as a home run. They don’t know all the rules of baseball. They don’t know how to hold the bat properly. Preston even played the whole game with her shoes on the wrong feet! But, they do know that being out under that golden light, hitting a ball and running with all your speed is fun! When the game was over and dinner had to be made we were cleaning up the gear and Preston looked at me and said “that was fun playing baseball with you mama!” Oh, baby girl, if you only knew how meaningful that hour was for me!