June 24, 2013
All is right with the world when my son is back home. When I saw him walk up to me at the airport I immediately recognized his pure joy. Joy for being back home and joy for being able to tell his dad and I all of his exploits on his adventure at camp. While I noticed that he was possibly the greasiest, dirtiest kid in the airport , I also noticed as I leaned in for a hug that...