i’m so grateful for his lashes.
they are just like his daddy’s.
when i spot them throughout the day,
i completely stop.
in my tracks.
and i’m grateful that this one loves books.
and i mean loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves them.
because then i can definitely,
take photos of his lashes without him knowing.
and without him forcing a
“i’m in first grade and this is how i think i should smile” look.
Consider him who endured such
opposition from sinful men,
so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.