The more I looked at these pictures the more I got teary eyed.
How can I possibly sit here feeling sorry for myself
for the craziness of the past week, month, summer.
My boy, you know the one with the 'disability'
doesn't feel sorry for himself
but accepts the life that he was given
with so much heart and zest for life.
It won't take long to figure out which one Brahm is in the pictures below,
and then I hope you see his 'go get em' personality.
We don't know how long he will get to play
because of his deteriorating joints and chronic pain.
So we let him play for now.
My boy with a heart for sports,
we must weigh the whisperings of his soul
with preserving his body.