As we sat side by side on the wicker porch seat and looked out at the magnificent sights of a perfect Michigan autumn all around us, I noticed the softly humming wind chimes dancing in the breeze, snapped a few quick shots of my honey, contemplated my good fortune...and simply savored the moment. He, however, vigorously kicked at the dying leaves on the porch, threw several sticks towards the huge rock several feet away and glanced up to notice...and announce, "Wow, that's one great climbing tree!" Ah...my little boy.
