Daniel is in first grade now. I went to a small private school with a graduating class of 18. I only had to go through the process of finding a friend in my class once. There are five first grade classes and my sweet son is having to make new friends all over again and it's not easy, especially when he attends a different school than all of his church and MOPS friends. They also changed the bus routes so the buddy he'd made on the bus no longer on his route.
Yesterday he came home begging Daddy to get out his football and play with him. Apparently some boys had been playing at recess and Daniel wanted to practice. Some boys told him he wasn't "in the game yet". I don't know the context or the intent, but Daddy's heart is very tender to the need to be included and so he took Daniel to Wal-mart last night to pick out a nerf football so that they could play football. I don't know who was having more fun, Daniel or Daddy. It was a great way to pile one good memory on top of all those of being the last one picked to be on the team.