This week, I sat in a photo studio watching my son Zeke get his senior pictures taken—and my heart broke a little. Not because of what he lacked, but because of what his hands revealed: rough, calloused, honest.
While other kids posed with shiny rings and letterman jackets, Zeke stood quietly—no extras, no flash. Just the story of hard work and grit written into his palms.
For a moment, I wondered if I’d failed him. But his words reminded me: the best things in life aren’t things at all. They’re values, love, and character that lasts.
To every parent who worries they haven’t given enough—maybe you’ve given more than you realize. ❤️
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