Recently my husband and I flew across the country to celebrate an early holiday with family. We chose to go at the beginning of December to avoid peak holiday travel and inclement weather. With great anticipation we stepped off the plane and texted our son to meet us in front of baggage claim.
A few days ago, my computer displayed a photograph of me at age three, in my dad’s baseball shirt, hat and glove and one of my son at the same age as a baseball player ready to trick or treat.