Day 3 | Presence Over Outcome

Day Three

Presence Over Outcome

Day three wrapped today, and it felt like one of those days that teaches you more than it gives you.

Six games. A full block. A long emotional arc.

She started the day searching. Not lost, just searching. The kind of searching where the ball is coming off her hand well, the pocket keeps showing up, and the pins just refuse to cooperate. Ten pins everywhere. Pocket shots that should strike and don’t. The kind of bowling that tests patience more than skill.

Game one asked her to stay calm when makeables were missed.

Game two asked her to breathe through splits and chaos.

Game three reminded her that momentum can change fast if you stay present.

Game four quietly took pins in the tenth.

Game five looked like it was about to open doors and then didn’t.

And then came game six.

It started scary. A 4 7 10 split in the first frame. One of those moments where your stomach tightens and you wonder which way the game is about to go.

She picked it up.

Then she doubled.

Then a washout.

Then she picked that up too.

Then another double.

Then a baby split.

Picked that up.

She stayed inside herself. Calm. Centered. Present.

She finished the block with a clean game. The kind of game you want to end on. Something steady. Something solid. Something you can sleep on.

For the day, she finished minus sixty one with a one eighty nine average. But that number doesn’t tell the story.

The story is that she kept throwing it well when it wasn’t being rewarded.

The story is that she kept adjusting without forcing.

The story is that she stayed composed while things around her moved up and down.

Some bowlers climbing. Some falling. Noise everywhere.

She stayed in her lane.

Barbi and I were so proud of her today. Not because of a score. Not because of a finish. But because of how she handled the space between the shots. The way she stayed within herself. The way she didn’t let frustration pull her out of the moment.

We stood behind her the whole day. Sometimes with words. Sometimes without. Sometimes just with presence and a smile. Letting her turn around and see that we were there. Always there.

Today was one of those days that reminds us why we love her. Not for results. Not for outcomes. But for who she is when the game asks hard questions and doesn’t give easy answers.

That’s bowling.

That’s life.

And that’s a day we’re grateful to have shared together as a family.

Day three is done.

We’ll rest.

We’ll reset.

And we’ll show up again tomorrow.