My eighteen year old son, Logan, decided to clean his room. I don't mean dusting and vacuuming, though that was done also. He decided that it's time to get rid of things that have taken residency in his room for years. Like dusty lego's . . .
And building blocks . . .
Remote control cars . . .
Fire trucks . . .
And the dancing Homer Simpson Santa he just had to have . . .
These were all part of a little boy growing up.
He gave me a multitude of happy memories . . .
That I will cherish forever . . .
And while it is so nice to see Logan become a man . . .
The years of watching that little boy learn about life have been some of the best years of my life. And while little boys and their toys fill your life with such cheer . . . the day will surely come, when playing with those toys is done . . .