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Tucker thought it was time to post something.

Much of our time has been spent outside lately, building towers out of empty cans from the recycling bin, and building memories, too.
In the yard we smell flowers together and I feel the graft of our souls growing stronger.
He swings while I scrub outdoor furniture and scour my mind for one more tiny fact to spin a recollection from, sure that something similar was happening this time two years ago.
I watch him throw rocks and try to toss my troubles in conjunction with his release.
When it's time to go inside disappointment settles his lips into a frown and his legs turn to viscous slime.  I pick him up, the warm air clinging to him in a way that reminds me of being little.

Spending time outside is good for many reasons, primarily because my little boy is too big to be inside on the computer anyway.
JEB