The three stones beneath this tree in my backyard were made by my three nephews when they were little boys. Before Ed and I bought this house from my mother.
They played in the backyard, in the mud, in the stream, building with bricks, digging with shovels, just being boys.
I like looking out my kitchen window and seeing these three reminders lined up beneath that tree. It makes me smile whenever I catch a glimpse because it takes me back to their little faces, streaked with mud and sweat, glistening in the sun. When there were no cares. No homework. No after-school jobs.
They were just boys running free. Taking my heart wherever they went.
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2019: Free Poured Art
2018: Tastier Than A Tide Pod
2017: Moving Reward
2016: Her Talent Is Black And White
2018: Tastier Than A Tide Pod
2017: Moving Reward
2016: Her Talent Is Black And White
2015: Veteran Cruiser
2014: Drill, Baby, Drill
2013: Ruling Color
2012: After This, It’s Time To Close The Left Door For A While
2009: Chihuly In The Trees
2008: Is It Really SO Hard??
2007: Snowball In Hell
2006: The Southern Family Tree
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!
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