It's happiness because there is someone waiting at home for you to share one of the most fun activities a little boy can devise. It's happiness because he could've done it all by himself but loved you enough to want to share it with you. It's happiness because you know that when you reach home, your son would wag his tail if he had one. It's happiness because you know that if you die, someone would be sad (even if it's only because he has no one to snail-hunt with). It's happiness because the squeaky voice holds a tinge of longing that says "I haven't seen you for 3 hours and I already miss you."
It's happiness even though when you snail hunt with him, he gets to do the hero's job of picking out snails. I only hold the torch. Boring, but still happy.
3 comments:
:-) Treasure these precious moments while they are still young.
Yeah... they grow so fast!! Then the lady in their lives will be their girlfriends or wives.
Little Boy and I have been enjoying ourselves so much that there ain't anymore snails in the garden to pick anymore... At least, for now.
Haha, you should come and pick from my garden. I have plenty!
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