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.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
The Return of the Doll Sweater
Except that Will found the still-smudged but freshly washed sweater in the clothes basket when we were folding the clean laundry together, and his face lit up like he had just been reunited with an old, dear friend he hadn't seen in ages. He wandered off somewhere, wearing the little knit garment in hat-fashion on his head.
A little while later I found this:
His name is Joey, Will tells me. Apparently that sweater's got a lot of life left in it yet....