I somehow came across the blog everyone needs a rock yesterday and it put me in mind of this beautiful smooth one that I rediscovered in a box of knicknacks the other day. It is currently living on our mantelpiece and before we moved, it had taken up residence on the counter above the kitchen sink alongside my orchids. I think Reese brought it home - from whence I do not remember, if I ever knew. It is just the sort of thing that he would pick up and carry, enjoying its weight and its smoothness. Yesterday I carried it in my coat pocket and cupped it in my hand from time to time. Reassuringly, all this recent worrying about Reese has served to highlight some of the ways he and I are alike.
Xander is following in his nature-loving elders' footsteps as well. Every chance he gets, he's off on a hike, and we have little choice but to follow. Today he led the way while I carried my camera, trying to find clover to photograph. He pointed at magnolia droppings on the sidewalk, yelling "cone! cone!"