These are the moments I want to remember. Late nights at the field, Trav on the mound, teaching Bodhi when to clap for daddy and waiting the whole game for the few moments after when I see my boys together and how much happiness they bring to each other...and to me. I suppose I’m emotional because we only have a month left here in Australia, and although I miss home, Trav is smack dab in the middle of getting his citizenship and isn’t allowed back into the US without that or a P1 Visa (which usually comes with a roster spot, but hello free agency.) So when Bodhi and I step on that plane to head back to San Francisco, it’s undetermined when my little family will be back together. It’s always this time of year I pray the hardest, because baseball brings a lot of last minute uncertainty. However, it’s never impacted me this way before because we have never had to deal with this type of lawful separation. I have faith that everything will work out, because it always does...and meanwhile, you can find me in a puddle because my heart is melting at this view.