this one...

I expected that he'd fall into bed and collapse after a grueling morning of SATs... but he was awake and functioning all afternoon.  I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk, and this boy of mine, he'd indulge me anything.  And... he fell asleep in the car on the way to the beach.  

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His life has been crazy lately... so full of all things geared to the future and not much frivolous fun woven into his schedule.  Homework, Scouts, church, Quest, unload the dishwasher, take out the trash.  He handles it with such grace... at least on the outside.  He doesn't say much about what is going on inside.  Maybe I'm not asking the right questions, but maybe it wouldn't matter anyway... I'm trying not to look at him with eyes that are seeking an answer, but oh, I'd like to be reassured with I'm good.

This weekend, he & I are going to head a little north.  We may, or may not, see his sister.  He may, or may not, open up and talk to me.  But along the way, I hope he feels love, joy, and enough...

I can see the fingerprints of God

When I look at you...

You're a masterpiece

That all creation quietly applauds

And you're covered with the

fingerprints of God.

-Steven Curtis Chapman