Monday Night Lights

 

{Spot number 7? He’s Michael’s godson and fast.}

Since Friday, Michael and I have been visiting friends and family in Houston, Texas. It has been perfectly warm during the days, and a little crisp at night. Just cool enough for roasting marshmallows around a fire, although I find myself defending Hershey’s chocolate from a lot of Irish people who grew up on Cadbury’s! You just can’t make a proper s’more without Hershey’s.

On Monday night, we headed to the baseball field to watch Michael’s godson play Little League. It was the last game of the season and the Astro’s kicked butt, aided greatly by three giant hits by Michael’s godson. When he came up to bat, the other team’s coaches told their outfielders to get ready!

I’ve gotten such a kick out of taking part in really American things this past week. But it has also stirred the eternal question of whether we could ever move back to the States. I have to say it’s one of my favorite questions to ponder lately. I like imagining what our lives might be in other (usually warmer) places, but I’m already anxious to get back to Coco and the chickens!