This afternoon, while Jack, Bodie and I sat in a flower bed in the front yard, I was weeding~they were hunting for worms with tiny shovels in hand. They were adorable and innocent and the scene was something I wanted to sear into my memory. The musings of my beautiful, precious boys.Jack (5 years): Look! A worm!
Bodie (3 years): A worm! Let me see!
Jack: I will name this one, Fred. (he says with a smile.)
Bodie: Aw! He misses his fami-wee.
Jack: Yeah. We need to put him back, back into his habitat, "free and in the wild." "That's what they say on Wild Kratts." (smiling again)
Bodie: I want to find more worms! (moments later)
Bodie: "WOOOK! I found a new species!"
Me: Oh, Bodie! What kind of worm is he?
Bodie: "He is a "wittle" worm!!!!!! His name is Pinky Bob."
Me: Oh, I love Pinky Bob, he is so skinny.
(one minute later)
Bodie: I found the fattest worm ever!
Jack: Wow! He is fat! He has eaten way to much candy! (Jack adds, completely serious.) Put him back Bodie, or he will die. Worms like the dirt. Worms need the dirt and we need the worms. Worms are good, right mom?
Me: Right, Jack! (I am smiling to myself and thankful for the worms, not just for being good for the dirt, but for being good for my soul.)
:) Worms rock,
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Oh goodness I love this post and I get it!! I don't want those kinds of moments to end...I guess that's why we appreciate them so much. I ate breakfast w/ Jenna this a.m. and sat right beside her instead of messing around in the kitchen while she ate. We chatted and touched each others eyebrows and she gave me a bite of her waffle, and I shared my OJ with her from a 'big glass'...it was all of 5 min. but some of the best to date.
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