Oh, yes, I remember. This is how my heart feels during a child’s senior year of high school: squeezed, stretched, and anxious. I avoided it for a few weeks, but I have arrived at the tissue phase.
I have been working on compiling pictures of Daniel’s Scouting years so I can really wallow in the sweet agony.
Today’s journey through memory brings forth his collections, erudite vocabulary, his good leaders, a tiny blue cast for his leg, the homeschool years, desert views, piano playing, and speckled blue eyes.
A child’s influence is very powerful. Raising Daniel has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
