love love love this kid

Last night, my grandparents were having a discussion about how I ought to go into the cookie-baking business, because I make some pretty good chocolate chip cookies. I don't know. It's a gift, I suppose. What can I say?

I told them that I'd never want to make a business out of doing something I love. With the exception of counseling, that is. I said something along the lines of, "Someday, I will be a professional counselor. Just not while I'm here, I guess." For a second, my mood started spiraling down as I thought of how difficult it will be for me to get a job after taking these three years off in Naples. As if sensing my sadness, Graham piped up and said, "Mom. I changed my mind. I don't want to be a firefighter when I grow up anymore. I want to be a counselor. Like you." Instantly, my mood was lifted as I imagined Graham and I running a counseling clinic together someday.



When he grows up...

Take your time, though, sweet boy.

There's no need to hurry.