on one of our last weekly visits to see jed's mom and dad, a little basket was quietly pulled down from a closet and proudly presented to sam on the carpet of the living room floor.
and tractors, and trucks, and diggers, sporty cars, dragsters (is that correct?) and one very popular fire truck.
for twenty minutes we all sat around the basket full of old classic toy cars and things (Go-bots and Micro Machines, even...) and oohed and aahed while jed and sam dug around discovering forgotten gems/new trophies.
jed remembered his favorites and which were originally his brother's. he plunged his hand into the depths of truck-heaven looking for one in particular that another sparked a memory of. and told stories about the ones with the wheels that "ride smooth".
sam's little hands couldn't rest on just one or two. his favorite are the ones with the little doors that open and close. and the ones with the beds that really dump. and when i caught him playing quietly (for once) in the sunlight this morning on his little red table- i picked up my camera and watched his little boy hands as they made the wheels go.
"daddy's cars" are once again getting their turn. makes me happy for everyone involved.
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