The kids. Totally the best part. On their good days. And their worst days. No matter how they are. They are the pride and joy of my life. I am so proud of them. Of how they live. Sometimes they live for God. Sometimes they struggle. Sometimes they nail it. Other times, they are completely without direction. They are amazing. They are wonderful, growing, smart, creative, dreaming, kind, crazy, weird, loving, worrying, committed people. I adore them. Every day. They are mine. Good and bad and all. Mistakes. Victories. They are the best parts of my marriage. He has missed out on that kind of overwhelming love. I feel sorry for him. It is intense and huge and consuming....and beautiful.
If a son asks his father for a piece of bread will he give him a snake? No, he won't, but he won't give them something good. He will offer them the cheapest thing he can. Sad for him. They got old enough to notice.
grace to you.
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