Thankfall

Archer brought a sandwich baggie of acorns home from Missouri in his little backpack, maggots and all. Today he organized them and put the loose caps in one pile, loose nuts in another, and full nuts in another. (This child has my brain.) There was a triple cap connected with a tiny stem. It made my soul smile. I have my three kids. I really do. Three perfect nuts are safe in Mama Squirrel's tree. Twenty-four hours ago Greg and I vowed to never fly again; our bodies sore from wrangling a certain sleepless wild child the entire flight. This morning his curly hair was swirled around his head just so; I thought I spied a halo. My kids stretch every feeling I have; I'm often exhausted and extra thankful at the same time.