Priceless

It WAS like Christmas.  It was better than Christmas.  We had Duncan at the ride on the choo choo, and he thought Grand Central Station was amazing, but I teared up several times during our short visit to Yankee Stadium.  As we walked through the concrete entryway into the aisle that led down to the seats, Duncan gasped audibly and said "WOW!  Oh WOW!  Yankees! Yankee Stadium."  For the rest of my life, I will treasure the image of the smile on his face and the joy in his eyes at that moment.  It sounds trite, but it was...priceless.  We lasted an hour before the game began and then three innings, which was about all we hoped to achieve.  We gorged on hot dogs, pretzels, and ice cream, and 785,000 times he asked "What's the man doing, Daddy?" and "What's the man doing, Mama?"  (He doesn't seem to care what the women are doing).  It was worth every penny and every moment spent in cars, trains, and subways. Duncan has seen Yankee Stadium, and even if he doesn't remember, we have pictorial proof. Seeing the new Yankee Stadium from the old one felt like one of those moments teetering in time between today and tomorrow, but isn't every day of being a parent a bit like that?  Thanks for a good run, Babe; now, I can look forward to taking Duncan to the new park across the street!