BABIES AREN’T ZEN

In second grade, I got incredibly lucky. Our class was writing biographies of each other, and I got to write mine on the cutest boy in class. He had spiky blond hair and tan, skinny calves. His favorite things were soccer and pizza.

Eighteen years later, we become Facebook friends, and his interests are as follows:

“I love Jesus, I love my wife, I love eating (tacos are my favorite), I love sports (soccer is my favorite), I love serving in a church, and I love life.”

Other than pizza to tacos, on the Zero-to-A-Lot-o-meter, I’d say he hasn’t changed at all.