A. is fond of remarking that his whole purpose in life is to make sure that Cubby (and his little brother to come) has an idyllic childhood. So what does an idyllic childhood look like?
Maybe like climbing down gully banks on Daddy's shoulders, with Mia along for the fun . . .
To dig ramps in the forest . . .
And demanding the trowel so he can dig himself . . .
And then insisting on climbing the excessively steep gully bank on his own.
Maybe it's not entirely idyllic, but close enough for Cubby.
4 comments:
...Idyllic indeed. That was my idea of idyllic when I was a child. Well, it's still idyllic to me as an adult. Need a horse tho' please. ;o)
...Enjoy your day!
...Blessings :o)
Both of you are doing a wonderful job of raising that young man. It comes across loud and clear in your blog!
Amen.
(Without the religion)
Beth
Wonderful. He'll have the best memories when he grows up! He'll have lots to teach his little brother, too.
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