Henry and I were running in the woods this morning before preschool, moving at a pretty good clip, when he suddenly stopped and pointed to a fallen tree and declared, “That is where Grandma got her Gator stuck on a log, and we had lunch there!”
And then he was on his way again.
It’s funny, the things they remember. I’m glad that each of my children got to have her or his own relationship with my mother. And for this little boy who is so interested in vehicles, The Day That Grandma Got Her Gator Stuck on a Log (when he was two years old) was memorable, indeed. I’m thankful for that.
Maybe I’m not on a complete break from blogging. I think I will just post less often, and not on a schedule (for now).