Saturday, February 2, 2013

Tenderhearted Boy

The more tired Nate gets, the more tenderhearted he becomes.

Tonight I was tucking Jack in on the downstairs bunk and Nate said "Remember when we lost Bumper at Peepa's house?" This was one of just a few Bumpers we had, but it was Bumper #1, and we believe he fell into Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire.

"I feel happy for Bumper" he said. "I imagine he's exploring the ocean."

I said "That's beautiful, Natey."

And then he burst into tears.

Sweet boy.

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