He loves the rocks.. sometimes we pick em up and take turns throwing in the water by the creek and sometimes in a puddle at the end of the dirt road.
Rocks make a perfect truck even better... for that matter, rocks even make my old truck better. It's a beautiful thing to open up the lid to put some fuel in my truck and find a little handful of rocks where my big guy decided to leave me a little some'in some'in to surprise me.
We like surprising each other. My weekend usually winds down with him snuggled up on my shoulder reading a book or two, then hearing him wind down talking in the dark. He'll say mama, you alright? after she says, yeah i'm alright, then he'll say, daddy.. you alright?.. i'll say yep, i'm alright little buddy. then i'll ask him, are you alright? and he'll softly say, i'm alright.. then as he starts to drift off, sometimes he'll sing twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are.. it's the most beautiful sound in the world!
i let him know before bedtime that i'll be going to tuscaloosa in the morning. and after he goes to sleep, i'll get up and make the drive back to t-town. before i leave, i make sure i leave him a little surprise to find later, usually hidden in his microwave.
