Trees

I really like trees. My oldest son, Josh, was fasinated by them when he was a baby. I used to sit him in his chair by the sliding glass door for the best view of the trees blowing in the wind. He would point and grunt. I would listen to his excitement when I bird or plane flew in his line of sight. I remember this like yesterday, but shockingly it was 20 years ago. He could see anything and notice every detail. I oftened wondered if he would use that talent to study birds, or be an aircraft controller. He has the ability to create and build anything with or without instructions. So each time I see a tree I think of Josh.