As I pulled into the drive way after work, there sat Dakota on the front steps. In his little hands he held a plastic ball and bat. He spotted me and jumped to his feet and to meet my car. I opened the door to get out and the first words out of his mouth were, “Dad, will you play ball with me?” Looking down at his angelic face, how could I help but agree. I set my briefcase down and went out into the yard. He threw me the ball and...