The ManChild did this.
I still want to call him the BoyChild, and I just might.
It's my perogative.
He'll always be a boy in my heart.
We spent the day together yesterday, plodding through the rain and muddy greenhouses.
He's concerned about my arm, and wanted to help me carry things.
Even though I officially gave up worry on December 2, 2010 - sometimes I slip.
And I worry.
When I hear the teenage mouth - the teenage attitude - and the teenage stupidity -
And then I spend a day with him -
and I see his beauty.
Inside and out.
My faith is restored.
Have a most beautiful Sunday afternoon.