That Faith Looks Good on You
“Hey, seven looks good on me!” It was the day after our son’s birthday and Bez was so proud to finally be seven years old. It was a Sunday morning and he wanted to go in style which included his new sport coat and shiny black shoes. He got dressed, combed his hair and walked around the house as proud as can be, convinced that seven looked way better on him than six. I suppose it’s true ...