the preschool teacher who put my heart into words when she said this boy is a heart. a feeler. a david. as in, King David of centuries past, who loved with all of his heart and who loved the right one with all of his heart and was brave and determined because of that love. the one who royally screwed up because of his off-track passions and the one who knew utter forgiveness because of god's very valuable passions.
remembering how god looks at the heart, not at what can be seen, and calls it what it is.
tonight, cleaning the hamster cage with this heart. the one who talks most about his days and his thoughts right before bed, usually while snacking.