Right now, I can't remember what it was Daniel and I were discussing so solemnly that night. But I will never forget the way our son Bright...ever in a black shirt, his brown eyes ever-twinkling...lit up our world this Christmas.
December 05, 2013
a call to joy
In the middle of a solemn discussion Daniel and I were having the other evening, in hushed tones away from the kids, this little note was delivered by our eldest son (who wears the same black sweatshirt every day, and who goes by the name of Bright Eugene).
I mean come on! Who can get a note like this from their third-grader and not drop everything for a game of Christmas bingo?
Right now, I can't remember what it was Daniel and I were discussing so solemnly that night. But I will never forget the way our son Bright...ever in a black shirt, his brown eyes ever-twinkling...lit up our world this Christmas.
Thank you, son, for your call to joy.
Right now, I can't remember what it was Daniel and I were discussing so solemnly that night. But I will never forget the way our son Bright...ever in a black shirt, his brown eyes ever-twinkling...lit up our world this Christmas.
