Sunday brought a frosty morning, where all the trees and shrubs were coated white. On the way to church, Tyler asked why the branches held the snow, and so we had a conversation about dew and frost and fog.
It all shimmered for a while, and then disappeared back into the air.
After lunch, the sun was out, and Shawn took us to a nearby hunting spot where we looked for pheasant, geese, ducks, rabbits, deer, monsters, and other things.
Tyler has become a champion at walking, hunting, and looking for creatures. He has entered the stage where questions are difficult. Some make me laugh, like "when will Cash be older than me?" And others make my heart hurt: "why do those kids get shot?"
I wish I had all the answers.