It's so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day issues and the differences and the anxieties of raising a kid with special needs. It's easy to forget that they have a lot of the same dreams that the rest of us had, about summers spent in itchy uniforms with local sponsors' names stitched on the back (I played for the Odessa American, the local paper) and breaking in a new glove that wasn't right until it looked like it had been run over by a truck a few times, and that perfect once-in-a-season swing that sends the ball into forever.
She's so dang fantastic.
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