Every now and then (ok, all the time), I wonder how my kids are doing. You know, deep down on the inside.
Are they grateful and compassionate toward others? Do they understand how blessed they are? Some days it’s hard to tell around here with the brotherly bickering.
But then something happens like this, and your punks let you know they do get it, even if it’s just for that day or moment in time.
All he did was come to me and ask me to mail this.
So for this moment, I smile and I’m grateful. Even if it’s just for a moment.