A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I picked up Evan today with pads in hand. He was beaming with pride. Amidst all the joy is the realization that my son accomplished a goal on his own, a sign that he has taken a step towards independence. You know they eventually have to leave, but looking at the pictures of him as an 8 year old in his Pablo Creek Saints uniform I can't help but have these mixed feelings.