Bear: The Car Show & Caterpillar Run

Hello Little Bear,

You're napping but not for long. Mother's intuition. I forgot to mention how we went to an old car show yesterday and how much you enjoyed it. We went to Chelan to pick up your organic raw milk (mmm!) and it was car show day. So I took you around and let you sit in the old firetruck seat, and you steered the wheel (one hand, like you knew what you were doing), and you got to see lots of dogs that were being walked and oldie kid's cars. How you wanted to ride those kiddie cars. One of them had a little stuffed bear in it, and you bent over to give it a kiss. Then you tried to take his sunglasses. There was a DJ and you wanted to get right in front of the speakers and you smiled when you put your hand on one. You were most fascinated by the things that were moving though--motorcycles going by, and windmills in the shape of cars with wheels spinning in the wind.

After the car show we played at the park a short time where I was gobbling up fresh salsa from a container. That salsa was so good! I ate the entire thing in a couple of hours, with a small bag of corn chips.

The drive is so long, on the way back you were cranky and I tried singing to you. You slept the way over and I had time to think about things like: "why do some workplaces insist you join their "family", like you work for them and you must be family or you're not a good coworker. Don't these people have families at home? And then there's others where they want you to go out with them for beers and dancing when you've only known them a few hours...like insta-friends. Or insta-amigos. Hmmm. That would be interesting as one word--"instamigos"". .. Seriously Bear, your Mama was thinking about stuff like that. Then I was thinking about how I wanted to write something where someone says: "What part of "unable" don't you understand?" and then the second person says, "The "bull" part".

So we got home and played outside and then went to bed.

This morning, you were out the door, and grabbing your Caterpillar on a string, you broke into a run, down the road towards the river, pulling your caterpillar behind you. You were going so fast, and the caterpillar was at your feet, wheels spinning wildly, his antennae bobbing crazy,...I saw your back, your midnight blue henley over dark blue corderoys, and your light brown hair with the copper highlights, still fuzzy in the back from sleep, and I yelled, "Whoo-hoo! Go (your name)! Go!" I suddenly saw you on a track about 15 years older, and me on the sidelines. Or you in 15 years, running through a park with your dog on a leash. Time flies.
You started running and time flashed before me.