Perfect Age in an Imperfect World: 7 Blessings for My Son

Seven is the perfect age. I'm sure of it. This morning my seven-year-old son woke up early, padding into the den in sock feet. I can see the sleep still lingering in his eyes as he curls up in my lap, all knees and elbows. I rest my chin in his tousled hair and breathe …

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