If little league teaches you one thing, it’s to pay close attention to what’s going on around you. Picking dandelions in the outfield can be tempting because, let’s be honest, they’re weeds that look like flowers. The danger is, though, when you least expect it, when you’ve picked half a bouquet, you get hit smack dab in the head with a fly ball.
Love can be like little league. You can be minding your own business, picking your own bouquet of life, and when you least expect it, love hits you. Love doesn’t care where you’re at in the game of life. When it hits you, you’re left stunned and dazed, wondering why you were doing anything else but seeing it coming.