“The Shop, Unedited”
He’s 9. Timid, yet, an explorer. Funny. Witty. Respectful and kind. A frigging intelligent little guy – his mother is the beauty and I am the brains – excuse me, as it will take a second to finish this line, because of how big I start to smile at that thought. Ask her – she’ll tell you.
Back to him, though.
I bow my head because, My God, he’s covered. And we’re here on a Saturday, he’s cool as ever. I’ve coached…