Frogs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails. That’s what little boys are made of. Fisher is, and will be likely always be, the only little boy in our house. And every day is a new adventure in boyhood. This vintage Ford tractor has stood still in back of our house as long as we've lived here.Until now, it has done nothing more than attract rust and birds. It now daily attracts the attention of my 100% genuine boy, Fisher. He has learned to say the word “tractor” this week and frequently looks out the window just to make sure it’s still there. You’ll also notice the fire station in the background. It’s just a block from our house and with each blare of the siren, Fisher runs to the window and demands to “see.”
Having a little boy has been an absolute revelation. Fisher was hard-wired to be a boy, that’s for sure. Like a moth to a flame is my Fisher drawn to every ball, bug, truck and tool within a mile radius. It’s a beautiful thing, especially for his dad.