My boys

I love my middle child. He and I are a team lately. He’s always viewed me with such admiration (of which I am not deserving) and I want to fix this suffering for him. I feel like we have worked so hard and been so patient and gracious and diligent and wise in this situation, and now I’m watching a miracle occur. 

Regardless of any day that follows, we won the war. Every sandwich and football game and pair of shoes created this moment. 

I have no regrets. And I pray for the wisdom to know what to do next. 

I have never been so proud of my boys.