|Elizabeth and I at the Sox Game.|
However, I made an exception to this routine this past Thursday night. While my daughter has been to Fenway many, many times, it's usually with my wife and sister or my wife and me, etc... I had never taken her alone to a game. I knew going in, this meant no keeping score, no autographs, probably missing a portion of the game, and maybe leaving early.
Nothing made me happier than we when we arrived back at the truck and she said, "Dad, I'm sorry you didn't get any autographs, would you like my Wally autograph?". I said, "how about a hug?". Then her little arms squeezed me tight and the drive home didn't seem so long.
|Elizabeth with her Ariel Balloon.|