Counter (Former Catholic Girl Guilt)

DH, MIL and I went to…drum roll…the ball game! Hubby got tickets from his boss. My dear MIL was gracious enough to agree, but we both knew she was hesitant. So being a good sport, we put on our bum clothes, hopped the train and head downtown for the game.

Our seats were close to the field, thus we were truly able to enjoy the sport. MIL began smiling ear-to-ear and we truly enjoyed our family night out at the ball park.

In case I haven’t sounded like it, lately, I am grateful to have such a wonderful family.