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.