This morning I walked into a happy chaos of second graders and gingerbread houses. Parents and kids finishing up their sweet creations, some covered head to toe in icing. It took a minute for me to even find him, but then I saw him and called his name. He looked up with such happiness in his eyes. He ran over and hugged me, not knowing I was coming to see his Gingerbread play. He was genuinely happy I was there. He is a happy kid. He is a sweet kid. I know this. I knew he would be happy to see me, but once again, as he has in the past months, he had this profound effect on me. As I sat and watched him sing along to his gingerbread songs tears came to my eyes. I am in awe that he sits before me so perfectly seven and a half years old. So happy to be wherever he is, so full of life and so full of love. It is like watching our little Christmas miracle.