it's one of my favorite things to do.
the other night i said, "tell me a story? one when you were eight." and he said..."hmmm, eight. i was in second grade...my teacher was..." man, i love that man.
|this was a walking maze in new mexico|
nine times out of ten, he will finish his story. i have a smile on my face and a happy heart and then he will say, "good night, i love you." and it was...another good good night.