5 dirty acorns

I have 5 dirty acorns in my pocket.

Mason handed them to me when I picked him up at Lunch Bunch. Oh, my heart aches in advance, sad for the time when he won't bring me treasures every single day any more. And for when he'll no longer pronounce them "eh-corns". And for when he won't have an idea for a new project every day that he wants to do with me. And for when he'll stop bringing me teeny weed-flowers and handing them off with a little knight's bow. And for when he stops wanting to be a "scientist who discovers art".



Eucharisteo, 5 dirty acorns.

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Aunt Cassie said…
Breaks my heart, and swells it with joy for you and your sweet sweet boy :)

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