It recently dawned on me that I am surrounded by the letter K. I suppose the first encounter with it was the day I was born when I met Kelli, one of my three sisters, the one who proceeds right before me in chronologically birth order. My next encounter I suppose is Kindergarten, the year my life changed and I attended school for the first time. Then for as long as I can remember my mother has called me her little Russian girl. My dark hair and big eyes were one reasoning, but mainly because anytime I say a word ending in the letter 'G' it seems to be followed by the 'K' sound. The famous example in my speech, the word wrong. To this day she even tells me it comes out "wrong-k." A creative personality characteristic, or maybe just a speech flaw? As I continued put all these K's in my life together I glanced up to a bookshelf in my parents living room and saw a picture of me mid-pitch from a high school softball game. To my surprise another 'K' formed in the shape of my body as I jump off the rubber making the pitch. In softball when you strike the batter out they mark a 'K' in the book. I also hold the record for most "K's" or strikeouts in a career at my high school. Another 'K' stumbled into my life in 2005. His name is Kris, or as I referred to him earlier, my dear husband. He says we met at age 8, but at that time stinky boys had cooties in my mind. I don't remember him until junior high when all I knew was he was the kid in the grade above me who ran hurdles in track. Our paths finally crossed in January 2005 my freshman to his sophomore. He has played a very significant role in my life ever since. Then final 'K' that strolled into my life is Keri, but often goes by the name Monster, Chub-Chub, KerBear, or Baby K. My precious daughter graced us with her presence in April 2011. I remember the night we went out for dinner after I told my husband the good news of we were having a baby like yesterday. Afterwards he informed me that when need to go the bookstore and when I asked, "Why?" he responded with, "To get a book of baby names." I remember smiling and following him in there. On the car ride home as I flipped through it I read different names aloud to him from the most common to the weirdest and marked our favorites. I remember a Carrie Underwood song came on the radio and I said, "What about Carrie?" We both liked the name, but agreed that's not how we would want to spell it. We both liked the spelling with a the letter 'K.' For my husband I'm sure it was because he is the letter 'K' but at the time I didn't really have a solid reason. I just liked the spelling with a 'K' for whatever reason. Now, I guess it's just because the Lord has blessed my life with a bunch of K's.
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The Pitching 'K'-Meg |
