When I got home from my Bible study and coffee meet-up with our pastor late this morning, I found Isaac sitting at the kitchen table with the remnants of a bowl of Lucky Charms.
I love that even at 16, he still walks around the house (and the yard) with his trio of beige stuffed dogs. It's cute and sweet and serves as a reminder that even though he's way bigger than I am, he's still a kid both chronologically and at heart.
And given that time seems to be passing more quickly by the hour, I'm thankful for that truth.
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