As an adult I seem to always be looking forward to (or dreading) the next thing: a paycheck or my next birthday. For the little ones it's all about the small stuff and the everyday things: an ice cream cone or a chance meeting of a friend.
The end of t-ball is bitter sweet: more family time and less rushed dinners, but less community and the loss of the ability to jump up and down and scream with pure delight (at least without the neighbors calling the cops). The end also brings the much talked about medals. This year the boys were surprised and thrilled with real trophies "bigger than anything the coach has on his own shelf at home"--I guess this is when they begin to learn that bigger IS better. The excitement in their eyes is a reminder to enjoy each moment of each day that brings you joy and don't waste so much time waiting for the big things to happen.