I walked in and saw you sitting there smiling at me in all your boyish manliness and I was overwhelmed. Your eyes were shining with joy and acceptance of me, a look I saw often when you were a small boy and the idea of your mom joining you in your room was a welcome idea.
I asked you to play and sing for me and I could tell you were embarrassed, but you really wanted to do it. Tears filled my eyes as I watched you play and sing to our God. You looked so handsome sitting there and somehow the struggles we have been through to get you here to the age of 13 seemed to fade into the distance and in it’s place was HOPE.