Zeke had leaned back and propped up his feet the other day so I offhandedly got a glimpse of his worn out shoes. I hadn't bought them that long ago and they were a quality brand but even so they were tattered and hole was on the brink of opening. *mom sigh*
Boys are crazy rough on shoes. And jeans. Am I right?
But good golly, my sigh soon turned to heart swelling gratitude for my boy who can throw a football twice as far as I can- this boy who runs and tumbles and wrestles and moves with complete ease. What a gift, what grace.
Gratitude. Just do it.