Take Me to the River

Rafe has discovered Sugar Creek, or “the river” as he calls it. Which terrifies me, because he’s such an independent little guy I’m afraid he’ll venture down there by himself. So far, though, he asks Matt, me, or one of the girls to “take me to the river so I can throw this rock.”

Someday, when he’s older, I hope he’ll spend many lazy summer days there with a fishing pole.

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2 Responses to Take Me to the River

  1. karl says:

    independence is a double edged sword. great for the child but scary for the parent.

  2. Linda says:

    Reminds me of the tiny creek on the property where I grew up … only about 18 inches wide, but we had grand adventures catching frogs and minnows from it!