Leo, one special morningOne morning last year, as I was clearing up breakfast after sending my boys off to school, I heard my youngest shout:-Come here, Mama! You’ve got to see this!-What is it? I cried from inside.-You’ll see, but run! You’ve got to hurry!I ran outside to the front porch and then down a few steps to where my son stood, eyes frozen in one direction. -What is it? I asked again. Without a word, he lifted his arm and pointed towards one of our oak trees. I followed his arm and finger, scanning and squinting through the branches in search for something special. Was it a squirrel?...
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