He stretches his lean little legs out as far as he can manage. Little hands are pushing against my chest. He smiles and licks his lips as he stretches his legs so that he can put his feet on his mom's legs nearby. The little body makes a perfect arch in-between us. Bright blue eyes capture my attention. Again the smile, and then he opens his mouth...
"Look, Dad, I making a bridge!"
I pray you continue to make bridges, son. Physical, emotional, spiritual...bridges that will bring people together. After all, that's what bridges are for.
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