It's pretty hard to resist that face with crinkled forehead and the pulled up lip.
So anyway, I was thinking about how much I love him. I don't wish that he was different. I love him for who he is and who he is growing up to be. But I also love him enough to give him the extra push he needs. By the end of the class I was standing quite a distance off. He could see me but he needed to rely on the coach for help. And he had fun. I watched him bounce backwards down the long trampoline and he had a big grin on his face.