We all stood huddled in the freezing rain and biting wind, steadfast fans of our softball-playing daughters. I felt my hair whipping wildly as rain stung my cheeks. I knew I looked like an absolute wreck! But I didn't care. Like all the other parents, it wasn't about me. We were there to support our girls.
Oh, but Camryn cared! I watched her (then) 3-year-old eyes scan me from head to toe, horror then contemplation as to how best approach me about how embarrassingly ridiculous I looked.
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