This morning…
Walking through the pollen cloud known as “anywhere outdoors in Middle TN”.
It was a few mile walk.
The kid kept holding my hand.
It was hot.
His hand was a sweaty mess of heated snot, dirt, and caterpillar guts.
Since his tiny legs are 1/3 the length of mine, this meant I pretty much kept dragging him.
“Dude. Your mom and sisters are like a mile ahead. Let go of my hand so we can catch up.”
“But daddy. I can’t keep up with you unless I hold your hand”

The lessons are too many to list.
Hang on to HIS hand…
Unlike me…
He won’t ever ask you to let go because of your sweaty snot filled palms…
Thank God…
Los