When I grow up.

Who says you need to grow-up before you can help mow the lawn?  Don’t tell Henry his mower isn’t real (though he does understand that it isn’t really cutting.)  Maybe it’s the excitement of spending time with Dad.  Outside. Working on a project.  Outside. Using power tools.   Outside.  Together.

To say that Henry loves to spend time with his Dad would be an understatement.  When asked what he wants to do when he grows up, he always responds “When I grow up I’m going to sell insurance.  With my dad.”

That’s why weekends during the spring and summer are particularly special.  They mean yard work.  (Pure joy for Henry, though I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad may not share that same sentiment…)

And of course time with Dad.  It doesn’t get any better.

And if you think this is just a passing fad {just like the orange goggles – ha!}  Here’s proof that Henry’s love of yard work runs deep.  {As does his uncanny ability to emulate his Dad – note the headphones.}

{Henry – spring of 2007 – just shy of his second birthday.  Forever one of my favorite photos.}

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