I'm reading Don Miller's book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years -- and after recently reading Ryan's blog; I am also reminded that I’d better write down memories - so that I don’t forget them.
After all, it’s hard to say we’ve even lived certain parts of our lives if we can’t remember them.
Today DIY Guy (and this sweet little boy's daddy), and I trimmed some huge Red-Twig Dogwoods on our property. As we were collecting the branches, we couldn't help but remember our stick loving little boy . . .
We had LOTS of sticks to move . . .
Of which I saved all the prettiest red ones for decorating purposes . . .
As we picked up the sticks, and loaded them in the truck we thought of our little boy . . .
and how he loved sticks -
and the longer the stick --- the better
We found ourselves saying things like: "This is a Nate stick" and "Nate would definitely pick this stick".
Oh my, he would have been in his glory with all these sticks
Our little guy would look through all the sticks and keep "upgrading" until he was sure he had found the absolute longest stick.
Especially if there was a fire in his near future . . .
Because this little guy knew that the longer the roasting stick was, the farther he could stand from the smoke!