The Perfect Pitch

Posted on | July 23, 2015 | 7 Comments

Sometimes, when you least expect it, life throws you one of those sweet spot fast balls that streaks down the middle of the plate and you just know, without a doubt, that when you make contact you are on your way to a one way trip around the bases. Your eyes light up with sheer joy, your shoulders tense and then relax because you just know… somehow you just know… that there’s no way you can mess this up. Time slows down. There’s only you and the ball, and you can taste the perfection there on your lips. There’s a crack so loud that you believe every bat in the world split on contact and the ball, that perfect sphere of wonder, will arc in such a way that no one can mistake where it’s headed.

Out of the park.

Over the fence.

Perfectly connected, ball to bat, and you know that no matter how many times you step up to the plate you’re never going to see anything so beautiful ever again.

This summer, I stepped up to the plate in a big way. I stuffed and folded and laminated all the important documents and clothes and necessities and I reached one hand down to grasp J’s and the other over to grasp Banks’ and we headed into the sky on a plane bound for Europe.

First time out of the country.

And to say that it was a perfect trip would be, well… lying. I mean, we were on a plane for 8 hours with a five year old. And we were on a train for 6 hours with a five year old. And did I mention we walked mile after mile only to end up at another museum or church… with a five year old? So no, it wasn’t perfect. And I could (and perhaps will) write you all kinds of little snippets of the trip that will have you wondering if my last name is actually Griswold. But, like in any segment of life, there were moments of absolute perfection.

Like the moment I stood with my son and boyfriend at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

Like the moment I stepped out of the stairwell into the chapel at Saint Chapelle.

Like the moment I turned around to drink in the beauty of Montserrat Monastery and found myself looking down into the eyes of the man I love as he stretched out a small black box and told me he loved me. No. Told me he loved us.

It was the perfect pitch.

It was the moment I thought I’d never have, on those long nights when I cried myself to sleep, knee deep in divorce and baby and new job. It was the moment I thought would never come as I toiled through the every day, the moment I gave up on when I slid off my first wedding band and put away my wedding albums.

It was the perfect pitch.

And though I know we’re going to have moments when I’ll want to kill him, moments when he’ll want to strangle me… moments when we both wonder what in the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into… in that one perfect moment, at the top of Montserrat, time slowed. The air swirled up in amazement at just how far I’d come since that long ago day when I stretched yellow sheets onto a forgotten marital bed. The dust of the ground settled beneath my feet… level, even mountain top, and I knew there was no way I could mess this up. There was no way this could be messed up.

So I said “Yes.”

And watched as it sailed up and over and out and around in all the right ways before settling back where it should be. Here. With us.

Together. Chris&KarenEngagement-22



7 Responses to “The Perfect Pitch”

  1. Q's Mom
    July 23rd, 2015 @ 2:31 pm

    Wow! Congratulations! I was wondering if this is where your relationship seemed to be headed… You give me some hope that I’ll EVER get there again (2.5 years later, & I’m STILL not even dating). Enjoy these moments! 🙂

  2. TheNextMartha
    July 23rd, 2015 @ 3:02 pm

    I have loved watching your love grow. So happy for all of you.

  3. facie
    July 23rd, 2015 @ 7:39 pm


  4. Alecia
    July 23rd, 2015 @ 8:04 pm

    Wahoo! So glad to see you happy!

  5. mags
    July 23rd, 2015 @ 8:38 pm

    That’s so wonderful! Congratulations!

  6. Madonna
    September 16th, 2015 @ 11:45 am

    I’m a little late to the game, since I didn’t have time to browse my usual blogs, but congratulations! So very happy for you. Wishing you the best!

  7. Law Momma
    September 16th, 2015 @ 12:16 pm

    Thank you so much!!! I’m pretty excited. 🙂

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