Friends, finally, a post worthy of Freshly Pressed!
A loving story of a man loving his son, and being a godly example for the boy to follow in this crazy America!
I hope and pray you enjoy it as much as I did.
I’m sitting at a friend’s house, at a Superbowl party. The game is on but, like most people at Superbowl parties, I’m not really watching it. Like most people, I come for the queso and stay for the deep fat fried turkey. Everywhere I look are close friends, good acquaintances and strangers who, judging by their honest faces, have the strong potential to someday be either.
The man next to me, Curtis, is one of my closest friends and is currently holding my youngest daughter on his lap, letting her spittle and saliva run over his thumb and down the back of his hand. This is the sign of true friendship. At my feet his daughter, three, plays with my twins, also three. I am grateful to avert my eyes from The Big Game to focus instead on their little one. Rory picks up a green truck and begins to…
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