This story is about forgiveness.
We get our milk from an organic dairy farm. It’s delivered to our home in bottles on a truck. On average we drink one bottle per day.
Earlier this week my 12-year-old son Clancy dropped an unopened milk bottle on our marble countertop. The bottom shattered and a half-gallon of milk flowed down the face of the counter, into utensil drawers, onto the tile floor and under the stove, taking fragments and splinters of glass with it. You’d be surprised how much surface a half-gallon of milk can cover.