He has asked me almost daily for two or three weeks.
Not exactly sure what has brought this so fresh to his little boy memory. . .in a time when I thought the present was a burning, consuming fire in his mind, the past just a lingering candle flickering. . . But his memories, I find are a little different. Reaching back further than I would imagine. . . Little bits of this; little bits of that.
And right now he is loving his memories of Zeli Beach House. . . Especially his room there. . . That had it's own little flat screen tv to watch [where he delightedly laid in bed, mornings, watching SpongeBob] and had Lightning McQueen sheets on his bed.
The place where we could go swim. . . and play in the sand. . .
I tell him that we will definitely back. . . but not until it's summer time again. . . and warm. . . after the baby is here.
Where will the baby sleep? I ask him.
In my room. He volunteers without hesitation. So sweet.
Looking forward to more memories to be made. . . all too soon. . . at our little Zeli Beach House.
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