Swing set.

I wonder what that three year old mind is pondering while going back and forth...over and over and over? "More" and "higher", but other then those words he is quiet.

Maybe he is thinking about that slimy fish he caught this morning. Or riding the train. Or playing putt putt. Or the campfire. Maybe he's dreaming of the promised s'mores that await him tonight, or adventures only he can imagine.

"There's that old feather hat" he declared yesterday while playing Jake and the Neverland pirates. We listened for tick tock crock and found pixie dust.

Back and forth, back and forth...I'm confident he does not realize how blessed he is to have his parents and both sets of grandparents on this trip. I don't think he realizes how rare of a treasure this is. Is it possible that he can enjoy this campground simply because it is not routine? Or can he know that he is living better tent camping then so many other children in the world? Has he considered God today?

Back and forth, back and forth..."are you ready to stop?" I ask. "No" he says simply.
Over and over...

Then as I am equally deep in thought wondering what his mind could be contemplating for such a long time, he breaks the silence, "Mom do you want to play something different from I spy? Do you want to play what are you thinking about?"

Seriously? This boy..."Sure" I say.

So we played.. He described his thought and I had to guess.... First it was the turtles, then putt putt, then yogi bear.

We played for a long time. This three year old Micah and me. On the swing over and over. Grateful that today he shared those thoughts. Grateful for the time with him. Prayerful for both openess and time with him in the future. Blessed simply because it's him and it's me. And today, for just a while longer he is three and I got to view the world as he sees it.

Back and forth, over and over.