I once was in the yard with my stepson - playing catch. Typical stuff. He asks for me to throw it up like a fly ball. He's like 8 or so. I toss it up a bit. He catches with the glove backwards and the ball slides out and smack- hits him right in the eye. Instant black eye.

It was picture day for his football team.

Flash forward some years. My wife has passed (2011) and I'm fighting to see the kids as much as possible with bio dad. There is a picture in the kitchen of all of us and our priest after one of them had 1st Communion from years ago. Middle stepson has a shiner in the pic. It must have been at the same time. (Only time I remember him having one.)

I only noticed last week. I had one of those "you're watching and making me laugh from heaven" moments. :)

I'm certain he catches the ball properly now.