Says a tall, skinny man wearing wranglers and dirty work boots, "He yours?" nodding his head
toward the soccer field in Brady's direction, "the kid with the 'Big Leg?'"
"Yeah" I say with a smile, the "Big" kind, the kind that has roots in the bottom of my heart, "he's
"Yeah" I say with a smile, the "Big" kind, the kind that has roots in the bottom of my heart, "he's
mine."
3 comments:
Not much I can add to what a mother feels when it comes to her children, you said, it so perfectly.
So, so, sweet, and so, so, true!
...there is nothing better than when a stranger compliments your children. I love your wording!
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