St. George

Oh boy, what a life we have. Could we be more blessed?
This weekend we went to St. George for a softball tournament that Raina’s high school team was playing in. Now we knew when the coach told us last year they had broken the curse and they actually won a game, that a game meant 1 game the whole season and since there were only 5 return players and a couple of them shouldn’t have returned, that our expectations shouldn’t be too high. It’s nice to have very low expectations so you can focus on fun. If you’re expecting me to say we won all our games, you weren’t listening. We lost the first four games by the mercy rule. Once a team gets way too far ahead, they call the game so it’s not too embarrassing for the loosing team. Then the team with the worst record played the team with the equally bad record. Both teams had lost 4 games by the mercy rule. It was a close game. Time ended up running out and… yes, it’s true. Raina’s team won their 2nd game in two years.
Raina played center field in the first game. First base in the second, third and forth game and third in the winning game. I think this means she’s going to letter in her freshman year in softball. I was amazed at how wonderful her team captain Alex is. She is so supportive and caring to the freshmen. She is a fabulous kid. There is one girl on the team who is a fabulous softball player. If all the girls were as good as she is, they’d never loose a game. But one girl doesn’t make a team. She’s a senior and I’m beginning to think that by the time Raina’s class are seniors East might really have a team. A lot of these girls are kids Raina had in her elementary school from kindergarten on up and kids I’ve known since then. They were at Raina’s birthday parties and I’ve watched them grow up. I feel like they are my girls.
We drove home with a van full of “my” girls in a blizzard. I’m not talking about a little snow. I’m talking about white out blizzard. Then to top it all off, I left my purse in Cedar City and didn’t realize it until we got home.
It could have been a ton worse.
Reanna had a good time. She spent a lot of quality time with her dad playing catch. We found a room when we were told there were no rooms. We didn’t break down on the way there or on the way back and since the van has close to 210,000 miles that’s saying something. Now tell me, isn’t that blessed. The kids were all great. Not a single outbreak from anyone and everyone behaved. It was a great weekend.