Every so often I join my family when they play basketball outside, even though I am extraordinarily unathletic. Tonight Sawyer and I were playing a very messy game of Knockout, as evidenced by my muddy hands, and I drained more than my fair share and was understandably psyched. Ever my encourager, Sawyer remarked enthusiastically, "See, Mom? When you stop focusing on how bad you are, you're really good!" Is it any wonder that this boy has my heart forever and always?
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