Today we went to the Fair. Although the getting ready had somewhat marred my excitement, and I was determined that it would be a wonderful day.
The weather was gorgeous, crisp and autumnal, and we had a lot of fun. As at all fairs, there was a giant slide. My boys climbed up and slid down over and over again. My youngest wanted us to watch each time. On one occasion, while I was away from the slide with my older son, two women watched with amazement my five-year-old's unabashed joy and delight as he slid down.
Grace should be received like that.
With unabashed joy and delight.