This boy of mine is growing. And growing. And growing.
Yesterday we spent two hours at the eye doctor learning the ins and outs of contact lenses. Two. Full. Hours. The woman who was helping us was an angel sent from heaven. She was patient, kind, and encouraging. Just what Easton needed her to be. Just what I needed her to be. When we left that office, my growing boy could put in and remove his lenses, no big deal. His chest was puffed out and a new found confidence was beaming from his smiling face. In those two hours of learning, Easton wasn't discouraged, but motivated. He was determined.
And my heart was growing. And growing. And growing.