Where Are you Grandma?

ittle Buckaroo stood out at our front fence for nearly thirty minutes on Friday, waiting for his Grandma to pull in from Mississippi. Aside from being one of the sweetest things I have ever witnessed, it was downright miraculous—this child never stays still that long for anything. Our dog eventually joined him, mostly so he’d have someone to talk to, because mercy… this boy is chatty. Yes, he gets that from his mama, but even I get worn out sometimes.

And the things he asks! For a freshly turned five-year-old, he is full of deep thoughts:
“Mom, what is truth?”
“If God and Jesus are kinda one, is God in Heaven by Himself doing everything?”
“Did you know a T-Rex is a carnivore but smaller than a brachiosaurus?”

Who needs philosophy textbooks when you have a preschooler?

On Saturday, Big Buckaroo and I left the boys with Grandma and set out to look for land to build a cabin. We were gone about sixteen hours—just the two of us—which was the longest stretch we’ve had alone in over five years. We had even planned to stay the night, but I started feeling crummy and Littlest Buckaroo was home with a fever, runny nose, and cough. So back we came… and now the entire house is sick. Bless it all.