Nicholas continues to blow my mind.
Yesterday, we as a family attended a very difficult funeral service for our friend and neighbor.
When the Pastor asked for volunteers to come forward and share their thoughts and memories about Dave, there was an uncomfortable delay.
Suddenly, Nick’s arm shot up.
I panicked, and Mike swatted his arm down.
What could he possibly have to say that would comfort the family?
He pleaded with us to let him go up.
Again, we thought better of it and denied him.
Later on the long ride home, I asked him.
“What were you going to say up there Nicholas?”
He told us that he was going to say that he didn’t know “Mr. Dave” all that well yet. But he knew that he loved his kids more than anything in the world.
And their dog Mocha.
Maybe we should have let him.
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