One for you and two for my Daddy…

“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.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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