Kids out in the field playing. Half of them picking their nose. Half the parents too. The grass is green. The hills are somehow greener. The sun peeking through the clouds. The batter who bunts on a full swing.
I’m grateful for America.
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Bryan lives somewhere at the intersection of faith, fatherhood, and futurism and writes about tech, books, Christianity, gratitude, and whatever’s on his mind. If you liked reading, perhaps you’ll also like subscribing: