with her own hands
it came wrapped like a present.
he very carefully unwrapped it.
sometimes you can tell a book by its’ cover.
“did she make this with her own hands?” he asked me.
“well, yes”, i said.
“did you take the pictures?” he asked.
“no, i did not”, i replied.
“wow, this is really nice. can i get a pocketknife?”
and that pretty much sums up how very interesting this wonderful book is to little Catholic boys.
there have been repeated requests for a pocketknife.
there have been numerous attempts to start fires in the yard.
and there is a renewed interest in bug watching.
which quite often happens on an hourly basis.
so i am ever so grateful for this inspiration.
this enthusiasm for boyhood and the faith.
this work of her hands.
a book that makes me proud to be a Catholic mama.
grateful that i have boys to share this adventure with.
now go buy yourself one.
you know you want to!