63 -- no fear. know fear.

There is no quit in Cole, my rambunctious youngest. Today he found himself rather higher up the burr oak tree in my mom's front yard than he has ever before managed to go. He hung out there awhile, too stubborn to admit that he didn't know how to climb back down again. I was playing out in the yard with him and his brother and some other neighborhood kids, and would check in with him every now and then -- "How you doing up there, buddy?" "Good."

After awhile, though, the sun started going down and the other kids were getting called home to supper. A small voice drifted down from the treetop: "Mama? I think I forgot how to get back to the ground..."