I picked up grandson Elijah from school this afternoon. I feel grateful that he likes to share with me things that happened during his day. One of his highs--checking out a new book from the school library ('Pokemon'--he was looking forward to reading it at home this evening). His low for the day--learning that a classmate's mom had died (this same classmate had already lost his dad) and now he has to live with his grandparents. I could hear the regret in his voice when he was telling me the story. He's such a good kid, blessed with a tender heart.
