“One for you and two for my Daddy…” mumbles our 3 year old as I pick him up. He’s been asleep and I’m trying to figure out if he’s been dreaming or what he’s talking about.
We get home and he presents me with a rock. “Mommy, this is for you!”
Now if you haven’t had the experience of raising a young boy, let me just tell you, rocks are the equivalent of gold nuggets. He carries them around and then cries when he can’t find them. They got to the sitters house and sometimes even to bed with him.
Then kiddo produces two rocks and says, “these are for my DADDY!”
I smile at how wonderful, loving, and caring my son can be and I tell him that his Daddy will LOVE them. Currently, they’re sitting on the counter. In the morning, I guess we’ll tackle how to get rocks up to Heaven.
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 