A Pocket Full of Hope

When my not-quite-two-year-old grandson first discovered pockets, it was the cutest thing ever. Seriously. While his brother and sister chased after bubbles that leisurely escaped from grandpa‚Äôs wand and shimmered in the afternoon sunlight, T-Bear stood off to the side, intent on getting his pudgy hands into the pockets of his plaid shorts. Not even… Continue reading A Pocket Full of Hope