Remembering Goliath
One night in May several years ago, my five-year-old made a declaration while we were eating dinner. “Mom,” he said, “on Monday, we need to read the story of David and Goliath.” I
One night in May several years ago, my five-year-old made a declaration while we were eating dinner. “Mom,” he said, “on Monday, we need to read the story of David and Goliath.” I
In sharing our memories, we will laugh until we cry, and then cry until we laugh.