Once the Mayor threw his opening pitch, big Cubbies and little Cubbies raced outside the field to claim "their" tree. The boys were stoked and they had no idea that they were about to work their butts off. Once the tree was in the hole the shoveling and raking began. Many of the boys had never even handled a shovel. It was fun to watch them try to figure it out. There were times when I wanted to take the tools away from them and show em' how its done. Instead I just got bossy with the coach and let him tell them what to do. With a little sweat, a lot of teamwork, and thankfully NO blood the tree was planted properly.
I had to take several brief moments to myself as I hid behind my phone/camera...thankfully my shades gave me proper protection from myself. It occurred to me that my boy will have matured long before this tree. Still, every year we will likely make a comparison of who has sprouted more (the tree may win in this dept.) and someday, maybe someday, I will be showing my grandkids which tree their daddy planted when he was their age.
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