Jett Boy had his end of year performance at school. I took the day off and made sure I was there early to get a seat. He said John 3:16 all by himself. He did a great job and though he got a bit teased afterward my heart was full. He crawled past me, over my mother in law and into the lap of his great grandmother. They love each other in a special way. He walked hand in hand with her, then wanted to fix her water and then took her on a tour of his class. He loves Mamaw.
We have loved coming home each afternoon and enjoying time together on the trail. We ride and walk. We play on the stretch station and usually end our time calling Cullen to come get Jett so he doesn't have to walk up tho hill home.
The Ernie LeBarge BullPen Club gave a large donation to the University. To commemorate the occasion they wanted someone in the family to throw out the first pitch. My father in law declined the opportunity, Cullen didn't want to do it, and somewhere along the way they thought Jett should do it. I was a nervous wreck he would get out there and not do it. No he didn't make it across the plate. He didn't care, he didn't practice, he was just out there to make the Pollard men proud. So the step great grandson of Ernie was able to enjoy a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was such a special afternoon.