Major League Baseball is about a month old and it’s good to see that I am already in mid-season form. I am a St. Louis Cardinals fan and they didn’t get off to a great start.  I find myself already screaming at the television, kicking the dog (more like giving them extra treats), and using language that I normally would not. My wife gets upset with me and tells me it’s only a game, but that is where she is wrong. I tell her she needs to blame my father. Dad was a big Cardinal’s fan and I learned my spots passion from him.

When I was about 16 or 17 years old we fought about the normal stuff:  length of my hair, staying out late, who I was hanging around with. But no matter what we fought about, we could always talk baseball. It was the thing that always brought us closer. I miss my dad every day, but especially during baseball season.

Think back…is there something that always brought you back to a parent, sibling, spouse, or close friend?  Think About it and be grateful for the thing and the time you had with them.