testing
patiently waiting
In addition to all that brawn (all 37 pounds, eat your hearts out ladies), my boy has a sensitive side. They did jump rope for heart at school. I read a little card about a success story. This little girl had heart transplants at 13 months and again at 6 years. I got a little choked up thinking about the donor families of such little babies. The kids asked why and when I explained, Zeke silently disappeared. I found him in tears in his room, unconsolable because those little kids had died. The tears lasted for at least 30 minutes and I couldn't say anything to make him feel better. Sweet little thing.
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