| Scott and Adam |
The night Adam arrived he sat on the couch and announced, "I feel like shooting something. You know, target practice!" Phew, I thought he'd gotten a new job with the post office.
So on Saturday we went over to his cousin's house in Triplett where Tracy, Scott and Adam walked the old railway bed looking for rabbits. With nothing bagged, the guys returned and Scott and Adam shot their .22s to their hearts' content. Inside, Scott's mother and I chatted over a hot cup of tea, something we rarely get to do.
| Grandma and Adam |
While Tracy was growing up his mother cut the hair of all the men in the family. Nothing like Grandma taking the clippers to your scalp! He definitely looked better afterwards.
While Adam was here we played several games of cribbage, making sure he didn't win any matches. We made precious memories as we discussed theological issues and the morning's sermon, which had provoked much thought. As I think about this I ask, "God, what have you done with my son? God's work in Adam has been an amazing work of redemption and is a captivating story.
| Karen, Adam, and Tracy |
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