::balls, worn metal bats and stickers on my shoes::
This weekend we ventured out to the batting cages. Growing up, I was the only girl in Little League for a few seasons because I didn't care much for softball. My dad played through college and the family spent many weekends watching my older brother play, so I figured I'd follow in their footsteps. It felt good to swing a bat again and enjoy the gorgeous weather we've been having in Central Florida. After hitting a few rounds, we went to a friend's house and I found that six petaled flower! How perfect.