The boy's a blur

He'll be fourteen years old this summer and has grown so much the past school year that he's nearly blurry. This past weekend, one of his baseball coaches sat with me at a cook-out and told me what a fine boy my Henry is. I can hardly talk about Henry without gushing, so I held myself back. But when the coach told me that Henry had told him that his parents (that's me and The Husband) were the hardest working people he had ever known, my cup spilled over and the whole universe blurred.