In looking through these old pictures many memories have been fun to relive. This is one of my favorites. When I was about 12, my dad started coaching my city league softball team. It was awesome. I loved having my dad for our coach and we were good. We won the championship two years in a row. The memories from those days are priceless.
My dad is a great go to guy. When something comes up that we don't know what to do or how to do it, we call my dad. It's the little things that he does that mean the most.
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