“I’m hungry! Let’s pray.” Chase piped up as I set down napkins and silverware. Both boys wiggled in their chairs at the dinner table. Trevor had just walked in the door, and he dropped his briefcase, hurriedly changed clothes, and joined us in the kitchen. As the four of us clasped hands, my hubby of almost fourteen years thanked God and blessed the food. But in that moment, I had to gulp down surprise at the sheer size of the two hands in mine; one of them almost-ten year old Cole’s hand and one of them just-turned-eight Chase’s hand. No longer small or unsteady, their hands nearly ... Read the Post