My heart can't take all the sweetness...
I have always known that the final analysis of my home education career - the final word on any success - would come in the form of whether my children chose to home educate their children, even if only for a year or two.
Here is a brief peek into a moment in the little life of The Preacher's namesake. His momma (our daughter) is taking him through a 5 minute phonics lesson.
Doin' school.
At home.
He's killin' it, y'all. Homeboy is so, so smart. And he lives next door (our daughter and her husband bought the house two years ago). And I have a little secret I'm carrying around about the house next door to THAT house - which also happens to be the house across the cul-de-sac from The Preacher and me.
Suffice it to say...well...we just may end up with the urban counterpart to Walton's Mountain.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord. I am living a dream I have not earned, and do not deserve. Grace, grace, and more grace.
I hope your summer rocks, friends. I am wrapping up my summer "Bucket List" and I have to tell you...we pretty much hit the high points.
It's been sweet.
