There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Friday, April 20, 2012

I just want to be like you

He watches, intently
as only a two-year-old can.

Every move.
Digging, dumping
and driving.

I want to be just like you,
don't you know,
can't you tell.






Uncle Matt, one of my many heroes.  Someday I will be just like you. Like Uncle Ryan, Uncle Adam, Uncle Jason, Daddy too.  So much to copy. So much to admire.   Someday I will be just like you.
Digging, dumping, and driving.
I want to be just like you,
don't you know,
can't you tell.



In my sandbox,
I don't play.
This is serious stuff.
I only do what you taught me.

Digging, dumping, driving.
I want to be just like you,
don't you know,
can't you tell.



I may be the little guy now,
but I am growing and
soon you will see.

I want to be just like you,
don't you know,
can't you tell.

Digging, dumping, driving.

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