It has been years since my secretary updated my blog. Now that I am older, I am a bit more aware of my social media presence and attempt to control the dissemination of information. I am not always successful--curse you Facebook!
Today is my last day of being eight. Eight was a great year for me--I LOVE playing baseball. This year I made the All Star team and spent the spring, summer and fall playing the sport I love the most. I am busy taking pitching lessons from Austin Pfieffer. I am going to miss him when he leaves to play for the Baltimore Orioles this spring. He is an awesome pitching coach and I wish him well as he begins his journey as a professional baseball player.
Eight was also a sad year for me. In the spring my feline buddy Sebastian made his way back to heaven. Just last week my bestest feline buddy, Rufus, also made his way back to heaven. I miss them both--especially Rufus. I still have Cali and my dog Bella. In the absence of feline friends, Cali is starting to figure out that I am not so bad. After the first of the year, when I am ready, I will start my search for a new feline friend.
As I prepare to turn nine, my thoughts turn to my arrival almost nine years ago. This is the question I posed to Mom today---Did I really fall from Heaven right into the arms of you and Dad? She said "Yes, in all your glory it was the best day ever!" My reply--Well that explains it! That's why I pick my nose so much--I must still have pieces of clouds stuck up in there!
