January 18

We had Chinese takeout for dinner this evening.

After plating his egg rolls and chicken chow mein and fried rice, Isaac started toward the silverware drawer to get a fork but stopped short and reached for chopsticks instead.

He'd never used them before, but wanted to try them out. And he wound up doing remarkably well. (Better than I can do, anyway.)

I'm grateful for him and for this ever-growing 15-year old of mine and for his willingness to try new things. (Even simple ones like different utensils at dinner). That kind of adaptability is a blessing and will continue to be one for him down the line.