“Throw it to me!” Cole’s hands reached eagerly for the football his brother held. Cole and Chase tossed the football back and forth for nearly an hour that cool fall evening. They had been asking for a football for weeks because our old football had met its end under the scorching rays of last summer’s sun. I kept forgetting to get one; by the time I finally picked the green and purple football up at Walmart, our boys were overcome by gratefulness. “Thanks, mom!” “This is awesome! Thanks, Mom! Let’s throw it around the trampoline.” Later the same evening, before we prayed and ... Read the Post