November 28

Isaac had a busy afternoon and evening: after about 20 minutes at home after school, he had one baseball class followed by dinner, and then a second baseball class. Then when he got home at about 8, he had to finish his homework, so he plunked down at the coffee table to get to it.

As I sat and watched him hunch over his paper, I felt my heart surge. He picks a different little stuffed dog to carry around each day, and the sweetness of how he perched his buddy on his paper as he worked made me smile.

I sometimes feel like I don't know Isaac particularly well --Third of Four Children Syndrome, I guess-- but I do know that he has a really, really good heart. And for his tender-heartedness, I'm thankful.