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Back again, for the second year in a row, to grab some of the wool that Mom left behind...

Old Friends (Part 2)*

Sam had show-and-tell at the Arc yesterday and chose to bring his old friend, Brownie (or as Sam referred to him in his Instagram post, his "little night time pal").

Brownie has been at Sam's side in times of joy and in times of fear and trauma. Through it all, Brownie has always listened, provided comfort and, most of all, loved Sam for who he is. 

We should all be so lucky.

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At the Arc... 

And on the ride home..

 (*Part One appeared just over eleven years ago.)

Another Sign of Spring

Photo from my Instagram

 

I have vague memories from when I was a little kid, of a particular Easter morning. It was after one of the few times we had gone to church and I was walking down the narrow brick path that ran along the south side of our house. 

The crocuses were just starting to bloom and I remember thinking how pretty they looked and how, before they fully opened, it looked as if we were growing a garden of Easter eggs.

I somehow feel connected to that very brief moment every spring when the crocuses reappear. 

Perusing His Treasure

Sam has an incredible eye when it comes to spotting stray pennies along our walks. I don't have a lot to say about it, it just gives me an excuse to post these photos...

 

Signs of Spring

 Back to our canal walks and, even better, the creamie is now open.

 

(Also, I'm glad that Sam seems semi-tolerant of me basically documenting his life.) 

Wrapped Up

Sam wrapped up in his gift from Rachael - a burrito blanket. (In the second photo, Rachael demonstrates, for emphasis.) 

 

 

Birthday Bash

Rachael made it home to celebrate both her and Sam's birthday this weekend. Their birthdays are separated by three days and several years.

In an odd way, it reminds me of me and Dad and our birthdays. More often than not, we, too, celebrated our birthdays together, ours having been separated by exactly a week and many, many years.

When I was small, I kind of wanted my own celebration. But as I got a little older, I realized how special it was. 

Rachael and Sam are both smarter than me. I think they've appreciated how special it is all along.