Five Minute Friday: DENY

 This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday series. Five minutes of free-flow writing shared with whoever wants to read it. This week’s prompt is: DENY.  I am incredibly behind, but I made the goal to do every prompt this year, so I am writing a few today. Here's #3 and I'm finally caught up!

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He walks up to the plate. I can feel the lump in his throat growing with every step he takes. I know the pressure he puts on himself to do well. I see the frustration when he’s not perfect. I can feel his tears when he strikes out or gets tagged at the base. I know what he’s thinking when the ball slips out of his glove. I can predict all the feels that come from disappointing the team.  He glances my way and I give him a deep breath of “it’s ok, baby”. He is me. 

But. 

I know the smiles that come when he makes the play. I can feel the pride radiating off of him as he rounds third base and crosses home plate. I know exactly when the look is coming my way to make sure I’m watching and seeing him thrive in the hard things.

There’s no denying he’s my boy, through and through. And I’m so grateful he’s all mine. 

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