I hear the sound of a rushing stream, or is it the wind through the trees? They sound much alike. The warm innocent smile of Amanda Nicole, for one so small, such a beautiful soul. The turning of the leaves in fall. The organ playing at the mall. (How did that come out as a rhyme?) The deer that stroll into camp in at dawn�s first light. The sound of crickets chirping to the night. (There it goes again!) The squirrels at Alum Rock park, the little sparrows in the parking lot. The blossoms of spring and baby ducks, riding in the old green truck. (This isn�t funny!) The twinkling stars of darkest night. The touch of the bass I call Charley at Caswell park. That funny frown that Shannon makes (It looks like a crescent moon.), and Courtney laughing at that funny frown. That cute little dimple on Allen�s chin and all of the Caveman�s gray hairs.
Puppy licks and fresh baked biscuits. The fog that freezes on the trees and makes them look like they were flocked for Christmas time. Robert after a night of drinking, getting lost in the closet while looking for the bathroom. And the New Year�s Eve of dancing with Deana. Joey�s funny little growl and the way Greg looks when you leave him speechless. The little fits Joe goes into when there�s no nasal spray in sight and that �Davious� little look that �Thun� wears so well. Looking at old artwork and a good musical played real loud. Mom�s corned beef and cabbage and my sister�s beautiful, long hair. Dad and Derek when they get together and me staying cuddled up in the blankets on a cold winter�s morning.
Only a partial list, but a reminder of the little things.
~FIN
