I was going to buy a wooden utensil holder from Anthropologie this week, but when kyle saw it he chuckled & said "let me make one for you".
Yesterday he was up at 6am, worked all day, threw up in the library bathroom, & then took his last test ever in his school career...sleepless & sick.
Yet i walked up the driveway to find him putting the final touches on the beautiful oak piece he has already poured hours into.
Together, we are learning. how to give love, give grace & give sacrifice. the process is beautifully fragile & there are angry phone calls & misunderstood tears & cold moments of silence.
I forget that sometimes he just needs me to listen & he forgets that sometimes i just like to be quiet.
it is beautiful & it is fragile & it is worth it when you walk up to a sawdust sprinkled boy with a smile on his face, making you a gift you never even asked for.