Briggs & I honored the first week of Kindergarten with a trip to the trampoline park.

His favorite part of the park is the jousting pit.

He’s always (physically) the smallest in line – and the happiest.

He’s thrilled to go up against the big kids – who knock him down effortlessly (even gently).  He’s happy to do the play-by-play while he waits his turn.  He’s got no issue asking for help.

And he doesn’t give a shit how many times he gets knocked down.

He still wants (he still loves) to play.

I watch him and feel so good that we’re made up of the same stuff.

That we all are.