Room

Some of my favorite books are falling apart.

That only means their his favorites too.

Alone in his room, he listens to this story over and over while Lake goes down for a nap. It keeps him company, but also contains a wonderful lesson.

On a recent long drive with friends he shared the story with them practically verbatim. Oh, the capacity of the young brain! Big words, amazing memory, comprehension, full of questions and craving knowledge.





I love peering at his collections. The bits of his everyday and not so everyday that he saves; a rusty railroad spike, volcanic rocks with the glass of water at his bedside. Life is such an adventure!





His room will eventually be their room. He knows this. It should be interesting, and hard, and funny, and frustrating, and... another adventure.