After four days, the
emotions are starting to recede, and I can remember at least some parts of
Clare’s wedding. It’s safe to say my
daughter was a beautiful bride.
By my count, there were
six softball teammates in attendance, plus one.
I put it that way because that girl was a senior when Clare was a
freshman, so they only played together for a year, and, in a way, she was
Chris’s guest, or at least she’s married to a former Elmhurst football player
Chris invited to the wedding. That, and
she was the incumbent second baseman when Clare arrived. “You’re the reason my daughter ended up in
the outfield,” I said in introducing myself at the reception.
My daughter and her
friends cleaned up quite nicely, and two of them in particular spoke with some
passion when I asked if they missed playing.
I know I miss watching. This must
be what they mean by growing up and moving on.
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