For as long as I can remember, Isaac has had this obsession with finding hearts for me. "Look mom! There is a heart in the clouds/snow/ice/mud/cement/asphalt/texture on the wall. It's from me to you."
He also loves to collect rocks, leaves, wood chips, scraps of paper or anything else he comes across that resembles a heart to give to me.
Today, Isaac went to his first Cub Scout day camp because he is eight. I woke up early and packed his lunch. I rubbed on his sunscreen and filled up his water bottle. Then, I rummaged around the house for a few dollars to give him so he would have money to spend at the trading post.
You know - so he could buy a patch or a hat or a cool pocket knife.
He came home this afternoon seeming so grown up after a day away. I wanted to hear about his adventures. I wanted to know what treasure he bought. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a purple polished rock in the shape of a heart. He spent his money buying it for me!
Well, that and an ice-cream sandwich that he consumed.
I am so touched. I love moments like this with my children. I wanted to write it down so I don't ever forget.
Monday, June 16, 2014
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