In my entire neighborhood alone, there are a great number of children. They are all to be treasured as human beings, to be sure. But there are two little kids who are a peculiar treasure to me, more than any of those other beautiful children could hope to be.
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Read MoreThere is something I recognize in watching my children lately. Their expression of emotion is enormous and spontaneous.
Read MoreSomething happens in the wilderness, and our identity is at risk. In the wild desert times of life we are interpreters of something vital.
Read MoreMy kids are like yours, I assume. They have no troubles asking for things. I have not needed to train them in that practice.
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