A sunny afternoon, I visited your school and took a bus back home with you, my son.

You were a bit tired after the three-day-camp, yet we talked a lot on the bus until you felt asleep on my shoulder. I am so thankful to the Lord that I have the privilege to walk beside you and listen closely to the whispers from your heart.

This is one of the golden afternoons that I will remember for life.

2 thoughts on “Afternoon

  1. amy says:

    private time with each kid, isn’t it really important! love how you captured it with words and pics. :)

    wish my son will still have the patience to talk to be when he’s the age of arthur!

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