Do you see me?
I was trying to do something nice. Speak his language, as it were. Show him I care. My younger stepson. My brilliant, articulate, cynical, angry teen who sharing life with is a balance of being made more like Jesus while trying not to go next-level crazy as his stepmom. He'd slept in again. Way in. So big brother, Mr. K and I went to our favorite taco place for breakfast without him. Not for the first time. It's an early bird gets the worm thing (if you can call 10 a.m. early