Happy Easter 🐰🐣🐇

Was a good day.

The sun was shining, Ollie was busy all day, and 2 out of 3 of the boys came by and I made the dinner they wanted…

…steak and lobster cakes.

We all sat around watching the Yankees game, and I thought about the days around my childhood home.

The Yankees were always on, and everyone had an eye or two on the game.

There’s nothing like baseball for the Dad-sons tradition.

From Mantle and DiMaggio during Grandpas time to Mantle and Whitey during Dad’s days to Reggie and Thurman and Jeter and Mariano to now Judge and company.

The boys were howling when Judge hit a ball about a mile - that was called foul.

While I was throwing the ball for Ollie in the sunshine I considered all the Easter week days that I spent in a church.

And I miss going to church religiously…

…I don’t hold myself to it because I lost my connection to what was happening in the Catholic Church.

And I so miss the friendly aspect of it all.

Church was a true community where we’d see our friends and family and laugh a little about the service.

I said a prayer or two in the brilliant sunshine of the backyard where Ollie soared through the air.

Thought about the family and all the great days and wonderful meals and the Yankees games on the television as we watched together.

Hope your Easter was a good one too.

Always feels like a rebirth.

For sure.