Back when O was six months old….Roaring Camp Railroad.
Today it was so mild and sweet that we threw out the idea
of an afternoon at Roaring Camp and everyone was game.
Though the sounds and sights were so overwhelming for him, O was
in deep shaky bliss for the vast majority of the visit.
just as we did the last time, Schmilly and I both filled up with
tears several times watching his experience, remembering ours.
How did he do all that growing in such a short time?
The days are long and the years fly….
so they say.