The other day we were at the bounce house (it’s so hot, and you have to get out all that energy somewhere.  I’ve even resorted to chuck-e-cheese lately) and Tuck saw a little girl crying in the corner.  He sat next to her, put his arm around her and told her it was okay.  The other mothers and I just melted.  He helped the little girl up and off they went to bounce.  He also asks every kid who falls at the bounce house (which happens roughly three thousand times in a day) if they are okay.  He makes me cry how concerned he is with his baby, all the kisses he lavishes on wes, and just generally being aware of him.  He’s getting so much better at sharing with his friends.  Of course he’s got his stuff, just like all of us.  But I have to smile when I think about that compassionate little heart.  It’s such an answer to prayer.  I know it’s easy to think you want your kid to be the fastest, cutest, smartest, best best best … but I hope my sons grow up knowing that none of that matters so much.  Being the best is never better than having a kind heart.