A Bray Say

Tonight I prayed with him and finished off with…’and thank you for giving me this boy, even if it’s for a little while…’ he started quietly crying and goes, ‘you don’t like me?’ ‘no! i meant, even if it’s just until you grow up – like when you turn 18 or 20 and you move out and get your own place and a wife and little kids.’ ‘ohhhh. ok.’ (a moment of turning wheels)… ‘but when i do that, can i move in the house right next to you so i can come over and see you and see angel, too?!’  ‘well, sure.’ i said, wishing i had the whole lil conversation taped & put in a secure location to pull out on his 18th birthday.

 

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