It’d been a rough week with Cub, and I felt like I had been talking to him all week about foolish decisions, the way of fools, everything fool related.
So this morning, I pulled him onto my lap and began to tell him also of the beautiful things I saw in his life. Wise decisions he had made, kindness, thoughtfulness, his love for music and beauty.
And looking into my eyes, he smiled, and said,
“I want to touch your eyeballs.”