It is Bear's second season of Bible camp; he showed no apprehension this time around. Cloudily, I find myself rubbing the kissing hand heart he drew on my palm and wondering how it is he will be starting preschool in the fall.
This weekend we had our standard issue trip to the skate park after church; it's the same park where Bear learned to ride his Strider.
Now he uses a full on pedal bike and peers up at the biggest of ramps with a mirthful grin on his lips. He can barely climb up some of them, but he sees no hindrance in that.
He is brave, and strong, and true.
He is determined in all he does-
this I celebrate while another wee bit of my heart is torn. The heart is a muscle though, thus it can stretch. Making room, stretching in to the future seems a better path to take and I will work on it. There are others waiting to benefit from it.