“Look mom! Look at me!”
The cries ring out at the apple orchard for me to see their bags of apples and hearing their cries for my attention I am immediately back to the heat of that sultry hot July afternoon and the lesson that God spoke to me from the pleas of a 2 year old on that day.
The sun beat down hot that day and tiny beads of sweat roll down his chubby little cheeks. He prepares himself to jump into the swimming pool like his older brother and doesn’t want me to miss it.