The wife was going through my son’s school stuff tonight when she stumbled upon the above photo. Emmett made it in school last week—it’s me (D) throwing baseballs to him (E) in our front yard. I have a bunch of them in a yellow bucket, and he recently got an orange aluminum bat that he rightly named The Orange Hitter.
I wouldn’t sell this piece of paper for $100,000. Not merely because Emmett put his heart into it, but because it says (to me, at least) that he values our relationship and the time I’ve put into it. I’m a v-e-r-y fortunate and lucky guy, in that I’ve always been around to pick my kids up from school, make their lunches in the morning. That comes with having an understanding wife; with having a great job, etc … etc.