October 13

While we waited for Brady's school day to begin, he rifled through a drawer of stickers in the kitchen and came away with a Superman tattoo. He was pleased with the find, so he asked me to put it on his hand.

Afterward, I could tell that he loved it because he couldn't stop looking down at his hand. He carefully avoided touching it with the sleeve of his jacket when it was time to head to class, and mused over how he wished he could find a second one for the other hand so he could be a double-super hero.

In this messy, contentious world, that sweet innocence is such a blessing.