Can I tell you why I love this picture?
Before you stands the newest cub scout in the pack. I don't think I've ever seen a kid stand taller. He didn't care that his hand-me-down shirt was threadbare from tearing off his brother's old patches and has yet to don his own. He didn't care that his neckerchief slide is for a webelos scout instead of a wolf. He didn't care that he had holes in the knees of his too-short jeans (totally my fault). He didn't care that his shoe was untied. Or that he had a massive scratch down the side of his face from Sammy and a rogue screwdriver (also my fault).
That kid was a cub scout and that's about all that mattered.
Some memories you wish you could savor forever. And Lincoln, at this moment, is one of those.