While the major leagues were kicking off their season Monday evening with news cameras and much fanfare, our church softball league did the same.
Except without the news coverage and elaborate fanfare, unless you count a few spouses and offspring who braved the brisk evening winds to cheer on their players.
Or chat amongst themselves while the offspring played. Whatever.
During the chatting, as a few of the little people were nearby, one of which had two cute braids, I realized I have never braided A.'s hair. Why? Not sure. Ponytails, pigtails and barrettes, yes; braids no.
This morning A. was beside herself with glee to finally sport a braid. She had to keep checking her look in the mirror.