Bases loaded, Wilson on third, a few shoulder circles with bat in tow and Stockton strategically places his toe in the dirt. With a side to side motion he plants his feet just inches from the plate. "Knock your cousin in," yells mom. A few wiggles of the bat and the first pitch is thrown, ball. Next pitch, strike. "That's the one you want to hit," (mom has a very hard time keeping quiet during the game!). One more pitch and CRACK. It's going, it's going, it's over the left fielder's head. It rolls to the fence! Stockton is rounding second, he is rounding third. "Go Stockton, GO!" His lightening speed is no match for the Cubs as he safely slides into home, his first ever HOMERUN which also happens to be a Grand Slam. Grinning so hard it must have hurt he enters the dugout to a team of hysterical boys, all cheering for him. He looks over to see if mom saw. A little tear appears in the corner of her eye as she gives him thumbs up to tell him what a sweet hit it was! A tear appears in the corner of her eye as she recounts the events of the night before on her blog. How she loves these boys of hers. How she loves to watch them play and how she never wants these days to end! She is the luckiest mom ever!
(No better way to celebrate than a chocolate shake and fries. "I wish Douglas could have been there," exclaims Stockton. Me too! He still got in on the celebration as we met him at the end of practice with a hot fudge sundae and fries.)
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