Kiddo was out playing, today. I remembered a conversation that John and I had had many years ago- long before kiddo came along. John was commenting that our farm would be the perfect place for a kid(s) to grow up. Room to run. Woods to play in. Trees in the woods to climb in. Friends would have a blast playing, too.
I was thinking about this as kiddo was playing outside, today. John as a child loved to play G.I. Joe/ army guy. He always fondly mentioned his adventures. I was reflecting on childhood innocence and how it is such a wonderful time it is. I hoped that Nathaniel would have a good childhood and hoping that I’ll someday be remembered as being a good parent. I wondered what Nathaniel would enjoy doing in his boyhood. By this time, I’d walked inside and happened to glance out on the deck… John’s deck… that he wanted so badly, but never got to enjoy. And there… sitting on the railing was a beautiful mourning dove. Standing there quietly. Peacefully.