Today I'm thankful for my gorgeous son, just like his dad he's dyslexic and struggles with reading, (not a big issue to us at the minute)
Anyway, today at the school prizewinning he got a trophy for best at sport. (effort more than skill I assume)
Anyway God loves a trier, he gets money if he helps out and when his jar is newly empty he identifies what he is saving for next, he is currently �8 short. On the way home from school we were discussing the tariff for getting a trophy, without a beat he suggested �8.
It nearly split my face with my smile.