There is something so nostalgic and sweet about a boy and his little red wagon.
So sweet that when Caleb was visiting and he offered to go collect the lunches from the cooler at the end of the driveway so the boys could finish their schoolwork and I saw him grab the handle of the wagon as I stepped off the porch, I ran to get my camera.
A boy never outgrows the need for a little red wagon...
even when he has his own little red truck.
Plus as it turns out, it was almost the only photographic proof that I had that he came for a three day visit.
I did have this photo though. They tore down the remains of the old trailer/shed. Then, they played his new board game that he brought with him, Dominion, and they rode the four-wheeler. I took 20 hours of online classes and I ended up with a migraine and spent 24 hours in my bed.
