# 38 - 50
I give thanks to God for the utter boyishness of little boys
for tumbles without tears
and for the blessing of being here to dry the tears that fall with harder stumbles
for first words—“uh oh!” and “ball!”—
and the exclamation ringing bright in a little voice
and the dreams that come cascading in with each new step.
for finding my baby reading a Bible,
even though he cannot read and holds it upside-down.
for a sister’s sweet hand on a wayward brother’s arm
for a husband’s strong arms at the end of a wayward day
for a Father’s love in and through it all
in the day and at night and in all my waywardness
for goals worth climbing for
and the strength and will to climb…
…and for a way back down to earth when it is time.