Some little boys dream big.

And sometimes those dreams come true. Unexpectedly.

One day, you are preparing for your senior year of college. The next week, you are signing a contract to playing rookie ball for the St. Louis Cardinals. My brother posted this picture to our family group chat. With the words, “It’s official.”

When I saw the picture, I was confused. Because Jack is a southpaw. So I asked about it. Dennis’ response was fantastic: “Writes with the right — throws lightning with the left.”

While Johnny was visiting, Jack made time for a catch with him. It was hot outside so it didn’t last too long. Afterwards, Johnny enjoyed a cold root beer. In a bottle, which was quite novel and made an impression.

He also left with a memento, which was carefully packed in his suitcase to bring home. Jack signed a baseball for Johnny. Because that’s what big leaguers do.

When Johnny showed me, he said, “Mom, this is going to be worth something one day. Like a $1000.” I told Johnny that he was wrong.

It’s priceless.