When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Thursday, February 7, 2013


Yesterday afternoon when I called Will to come for dinner, he showed up in the kitchen with bare feet, a big grin, and some very oddly shaped lumps where his biceps would be.  I took the opportunity to snap some photos (because when Will grows up and asks me what he was like as a boy, I want to have documentation to back up the outrageous stories). 

Will asked me if I was going to blog about him, and said that I was allowed to share these photos of him as long as I told everyone that those lumps in his shirt were his REAL muscles.  So here are some pictures of Will and his very BIG, very STRONG, very REAL muscles:

And now I will give you one guess as to where the very soggy socks he was wearing when he arrived home from school went.

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