We signed the kids up for three weeks of summer day camp at a school nearby; (it's really only day care, but calling it "summer camp" makes it sound way more fun, right?) We are hoping it will bump their Spanish skills up a notch as well as allow us to meet some local families.
So yesterday Joshua and I sat at the dinner table talking over the dirty dishes; Malachai and Selma had already gotten down from the table, but Josu lingered on a bit longer with us. At a break in our conversation, he spoke up:
"I met a kid today"
Joshua and I paused. "oh?"
"Yeah. I went over to play with him even though he didn't invite me, and it was fine with him."
Then Josu got down from the table. He was done; he just wanted to let us know.
My heart was thumping; I had a knot in my throat;
Joshua's eyes met mine.
That had been an act of courage for our boy.
(sigh) . . . our tender, courageous boy.