Has taken on a whole new meaning

Isaac caught the ball at Fenway Park

Proof that when things are meant to be, they just are.

It all started when the social worker for the transplant team offered: “How can I help?”

And Michael jokingly said “Get us Red Sox tickets?”

So one week later I received the call that they had four tickets donated to the hospital.

I willingly accepted. Then called the box office to find out how to get a fifth ticket.

Then bent a few rules to get all of the boys and Michael sitting in seats next to me in the Pavillion behind the baseline from third to home.

In 2012, I lost a dear friend who went to Harvard. And whose favorite baseball team was the Red Sox. And Tristen was born when they broke the World Series curse in 2004.

You see, the heart wants what it wants. And when mine is set on something, “NO” is not an answer mine accepts.

So despite the inherent risks, we were all together for one of the 12 Most Incredible Moments in My Life Ever with the exception of Marshall’s absence. But he likely would have hated the experience.

The game was h-o-t. Marshall hates the heat.

The big boys were enthralled.

Entirely. Mesmerized. For. The. Entire. Game.

And thanks to text messaging, I knew Marshall and Grandma were doing well despite our absence.

The Red Sox played a (forgive my brutal honesty terrible) game until the eighth inning.

Then they picked it up.

And smacked a foul ball into the seats far behind us.

And Isaac, in his three years of experience as the strongest hitter I’ve ever seen, “caught” the ball with big help from Michael after it bounced out of the reaching hands far behind us, bounced down the stairs, and landed into his hands.

It was a truly one fantastically absolutely mindlessly incredibly awesome moment in our lives.

Especially since the probability of that happening equalled next to nothing.

And the best part was when Isaac turned to me moments after getting the ball and said he wanted to practice at Fenway park the next day :-).

One day he will.

I know this because I want it with all of my heart.

And more importantly, he does too.

If anyone asks him what he wants to do when he’s big, he’ll tell them “Play for the Red Sox.”

The Red Sox ended up turning the game around. And won in the 9th inning (I hope in part to my loud pleas to “Put your heart in it, boys!!!”).

On Marshall’s six month birthday.
Under the lights.
And stars.
In the city our baby was born.
And where my five year old’s dream became more than a possibility…