Luke Time

Luke came to visit.  

On Saturday morning, he helped Granddaddy do yard work.  He picked up sticks and though I didn't hear their conversations, I can imagine they discussed what it means to sweat and work hard and what it means to love and live for God.
That would be typical of time with Granddaddy.
I'll have to ask Luke about it later.

On Thursday, we went to Mama and Daddy's.  We picked blueberries.  The season is almost over but we found a few.  Luke ate most of his berries as he picked them and then wondered why he didn't have any to bring home.  Of course, when he expressed his sadness over all his berries being gone, Mama went inside and brought out a bag that I guess she had been saving for such "emergencies."

Mama always does things like that.

Luke stayed with Mama while GraceAnna, AudreyKate, and I drove to Florence to run some errands.  Mama played little cars with Luke and then Mama and Luke played checkers.  Mama said she taught him how.  And he won!
 He told her, "Let's play again and I'll let you win."

On Friday, Luke and I went to the dock in our neighborhood.  It was a fun breezy day.

Luke looked out at the water and at boats in the distance.  

Luke wanted to find fiddler crabs.  He tried to be still so they would come out, but somehow he just couldn't.

He thought a reed might help.

He looked and looked as he poked around somehow thinking his poking would bring them out.  I told him poking around did just the opposite.  I think he learned something.

But he kept looking and poking.

He stared in the distance.

I know, it looks like he's fishing but he's crabbing - Luke's way, of course.

We had to move off of the boat ramp when a boater came so we sat in the swing and watched and then decided we'd try to take pictures of ourselves.  We'll only post two of them because these are the only ones we like.  I especially love Luke's eyes in this one.

 Then . . .

We decided to go back on the dock to watch the boater take off.  After he left, we decided to relax. Then I got up and sat on the bench and looked out at the water -  thinking about how fast time passes.  I was thinking about all the times I took Jameson to the dock when he was three on a day just like today - and now he's in college. 

This is Luke's photo of me. When I heard the click of my phone, I  asked, "What was that?"  He said, "I took your picture, Amma."  And he actually did.  I look so serious.  But that's when we both got back down on the floor.

We talked about  his rocks and a dime we found.  We had been throwing rocks in the water to see whose could "plunk" the loudest.  His did.

Luke, the photographer, again.  He wanted to take a picture when I was looking at him. He took lots of pictures.  I deleted all the ones that captured just my arm or my legs or half my head and the ones with his finger in the lens.  Then I thought I should have saved those.  Those would have told a better story.  After all he is only three.  Next time I'll be smarter.

Leaving the dock.  He gets to ride.  I get to pull.  I get lots of good exercise.  

At home, cleaning up after lunch.







  Being with him has been some of the most refreshing days I have had in a long while.
 I needed Luke time.  As I write this, I have one more day . . . until . . .