…about 180 to go.
Dearest brave soul, you did greater than the greatest great I ever imagined. We are talking like, “Egh, it’s no big deal” levels of great. You walked right into that French speaking world with a comfort and ease I barely recognized. I am so at peace, so sure, and so in love with the way this journey is molding all of us… even though it’s not easy. You are full of greatness my boy, brimming to the top. I am amazed by you and I believe in a God that is hovering over the waters of your life. I have to, because I see it.
Love,
mom
p.s. When you are 20, don’t groan to me about these first-day-of-school-pic-a-tures… I brushed your hair like three times this morning and don’t forget… YOU are the one who gave yourself such a fabulous haircut!
