(School Nurse is holding firm. G is NOT allowed in school until she receives word from his eye doctor. But I had this post ready to go from last week, so here it is...)
The weather is getting colder.
I'm driving G to school - looking at the houses that have added on garages - wondering again how much it'd cost to buy one.
We get to school drop off.
I slip G out of the car. Backpack on. The teacher is already holding hands with one boy. She takes G's hand in her other hand.
Quick kiss. I love you. Turn around.
G calls: "Mama! I wanna wave you!"
The teacher pauses and watches as G waves & blows kisses.
The moment freezes. The cost of G's adoption floats into my mind. I'm overcome.
Thank you God that I don't have a garage.
Thank you God for this precious son.
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Challenged by your perspective, as always
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