pride

My five year old son was showing me his new drawings. Mapped out like a comic strip. Several pages. He had a story to tell, likely a montage of Calvin & Hobbes and various cartoons complete with catchphrases I didn't know. The kid was so excited to share these little tales with his dad and I was so completely humbled and proud of him. Little stick drawings. Going square by square on the page I kept my arm around him, sitting there on the carpeted floor, his head alternately resting on my shoulder and bopping around with excitement. What a gift. That kid is a gift. A grace too pure for a father to even grasp.