doing the final three hours of work to get the kitchen ready (we thought
they were right behind us!). He schooled me on batting rocks into the
water. He refused to pitch to me. He did not believe that I had enough
control to not hit him, a rare hopeful glimpse of wisdom. He can throw
rocks farther than me now too, and I still fancy myself as being able to
throw far (nobody said accurate, but distance is my friend). I finally
beat him at skipping rocks...but I'm running out of physical
competitions I can win with this kid.



And then he fell asleep on me as I was rubbing his head in the sun. I cherish these moments as I feel they are slipping away.












































