The glaring sun shining through the trees this morning, reminds me of when I used to play softball.
Back then (not to long ago!), I wasn’t allowed to wear sunglasses because the coach was afraid I would catch a ball in my face and break the glasses. I can honestly say, that never happened!
Coach always said “catch the sun” when a high fly made me look up at the sky and get blinded from the sun. I used to fight the tears and pain from looking up because there was no way I was going to let any ball hit the ground. I played left and center field and back then, I was pretty good! Once I got on varsity I played first base, I was still told to catch the sun.
I found my old softball glove and went out today and took a picture of me “catching the sun”. My fingers no longer stretch out, thanks so my Scleroderma hands, but finally I was able to slide my hand in. Feels good to put it on again!
I miss those days. My daughter followed in my footsteps and played softball and I loved to watch her play. Catch the sun, I would tell her, catch the sun!