My son is currently two years old. I am fascinated by the way a two year olds mind works. One day, off in the distance, the clouds were growing dark and slowly intruding upon us. As they crept in they began to announce themselves like a slow rolling mallet on a loosely fastened base drum. My son looked to me suddenly with eyes big and wide and I calmly told him, "that's thunder buddy." He looked to me and inquisitively said "Ohhh, thunder, Hold it!" My son loves to hold things, insects, frogs, food, keys etc, anything you have especially if it's new but thunder was a new one. I believe I reacted in a quick laugh thinking to myself what a silly request and slowly thought about how creative that line of thinking is. I love the fact that to me it is such an abstract idea to hold the thunder and to him it was a simple request. I try to encourage this type of thinking in hopes that one day he will hold the thunder.
This is my favorite photo from this weekend. This is our daughter and her cousin jumping off the ledge into the water holding hands. This didn't strike me as particularly important moment at the time but upon some reflection I realize how great it is. At the end of the day after we left the springs, arrived home and unpacked our vehicles we started to say our goodbyes for the day. It was then that I saw the cousins hugging and saying that they love each other. That's when I realized that through all the interactions in life the ones that really mean something are the ones who's hand you want to hold when jumping off the ledge.
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