SO I'm home and alone and feeling really sad. I am lonesome and the 10 days of constant company and sweet little boys is all over. I am back in Louisiana and feeling pretty sorry for myself.
AND THEN GOD STEPS IN---
I was blowing off the drive and picking up sticks when I see the new (well new to me since I have not introduced myself) neighbor is also out working in his yard. I go over and introduce myself & what do you know they have 2 little boys- 4 & almost 2.
The 4 year old is quite precocious. He is already riding his bicycle and quite good at it. I tell his parents he can ride down our long drive anytime he wants and will be out of the traffic and safe. I head back to the house. The next thing I know here comes Christopher, alone, down the drive. He rides his bike around the drive a couple of times and then gets off and parks it. We then start exploring what is around our house. He climbs the tree house, we chase a lizard, and then he sees the wagon hanging-put up---no one to ride in it. He twirls the wheels, I take it down, he asks for a ride. The next thing I know we are riding together down the hill --over and over---just like I do with all my Grands.
Thank you, God---for filling my emptiness.