Just down the street there’s a summer basketball camp where I go after dinner in the early evening to watch boys and girls playing basketball. Watching these girls stirs the young girl in me. I didn’t play basketball when I was young and I know I can’t now and that’s okay, yet in my heart, I feel that I can. I’m right there on the court running with the ball, beating the defender, and floating the shot with a smile, every time.
When it’s time to walk the dogs, Dan pushes Hershey in the stroller. Hershey’s blind but that doesn’t keep him from going for a walk. He’s a lucky dog. (Hershey is the cutest little curly-haired grey poodle. Sorry for the blurry picture.)