Tonight at dinner, I found myself staring and smiling a big smile at Ethan.
He asked me why.
I said, "If you thought that I was going to die for four and a half months, and then one day I woke up and I could talk, and eat and drink, and laugh, and hug, wouldn't you still be smiling at me eight years later?"
He said, "Yes."
And then he smiled back.
"Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for he is good!
His mercy endures forever."