I know that Zach's time in Orlando and abroad isn't permanent. He will return, bringing with him his clutter and 'boy' smell, punctuating laughter, big feet and precious self. Yet, I know that this is what it must feel like when they do leave for good, and you find little artifacts of the life they had with you hidden in corners, under layers and nestled like treasures for you to find to make you smile.
Since it was such an incredible day, I trotted back outside after the carwashing to play a one-man game of pick-up sticks. I am sure this was to the amusement of the birch tree that takes to casting branches and twigs to the ground that it can't be bothered with during the winter. As I stooped and bent, I discovered these - one hidden in the winter rye like an Easter egg, and the other embedded deep into the evergreen ground cover. And I smiled.
These were left by Zach, during one of his afternoon chipping sessions in the front yard. Treasures to be discovered by a grateful heart, knowing he is right where he is supposed to be.
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