Max and I played catch for the first time last week. I've thrown the balls around with the boys many times before, but they haven't done anything but chase it and throw it wildly across the room. This was the first real game of catch that we've played where he was just as engaged as I was and we actually threw and caught back and forth.
He's got this little squishy football that fits perfectly in his hands and he started throwing it to me, actually pretty good too. Then, when I would through it back to him, he got the timing right so he caught them almost every time.
This is the moment I dreamed about when I was a boy, playing catch with my dad. I thought, someday I'm going to be able to play catch with my son and I want to play catch with him as long as he wants because as a boy, there was nothing more that I wanted to do than play catch. And now, Max knows what it means to play catch. I love it.
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