Tonight my family and I went to a little Mexican restaurant with the in-laws. It’s my favorite place to eat when we’re in New Mexico. After dessert, I sat there looking at my ten-year-old son fondly. Filled with love for him, I asked him to come close and I told him in his ear how proud I am of him for the way he loves Jesus. I told him how much I love him and how he makes me smile. He paused for a moment, looked me in the eye, and said, “Your breath smells like onions.”
I love you Cole.