I look back

I look back and see the way it was about three or four years ago. 

A simple burn pit for roasting marshmallows.

I look out my kitchen window and now see the burn pit void.  The chairs are dusty, the grills are dusty.  Spider webs stretch from grill to chair to grill. 

It makes me sad because  I don't even know how to start a fire to cook s'mores over a fire because I am afraid of fires.

But, Clay is home now and he knows how to start the fires.

 

Thanks, son, for being my rock!

Clay told me yesterday after taking Truett to Gainesville and moving him in and out of the wheelchair four times, "Mom, this is hard work!"

"Thanks, Clay!  It means the world to me that you are helping out!"

I love you, Son.