We take a lot of photos around here. Hundreds, it seems, every few months. Every now and then I see one that offers me a glimpse into what my children are shaping into.  This photo was taken at Mateo's basketball class, and to me he looks much older than his four years. Suddenly I could imagine him at 10, at 15, at 20, holding that ball and looking the same as he does here. There's something so comforting in that, as though I will be blessed enough to watch my little son grow into a young man. This photo, I hope, is a promise of that.