Basketball and the Big Boys

Every family has a sport. Ours is basketball.  Actually basketball is not our sport, it is my son Ben's sport and since he is the only boy currently living at home, we indulge him and watch lots of basketball, take him to basketball games and even put in a concrete basketball court and goal in our back yard.  My grandson, Wyatt spends a lot of time at my house, and absolutely idolizes and adores Ben, so he likes basketball too.

 Trek is Ben's best friend and although his love of basketball does not approach the obsessed level of Ben's, he does like to play.  And he loves Wyatt.  So inevitably, when Trek comes to the house, the basketball comes out.
 Usually, the two older boys play a little one on one, but as soon as Wyatt's sharp little ears hear the sound of the basketball bouncing on the concrete and hitting the goal, he races to the back window and stands, knocking on the window and yelling, "Ben, Ben, Ben", over and over in his sweet little voice, until someone has pity on him and takes him outside to play with The Big Boys.  Wyatt is in heaven.  He runs, he blocks, he shoots, he dunks (with help), he gives high fives, he whoaaaaaas! He is running with the big boys and loving every minute of it!

I love watching the boys play basketball.  I love watching the joy and excitement on Wyatt's face, and the patience of the older boys.  They are such good boys.  They will definitely be amazing fathers someday.