I picked Dylan up from school, and he came running up to me, super-excited!
"Mommy! Look at my rock!"
I looked down to see a small stone, olive green in color that matched Dylan's coat. It was remarkably insignificant.
"Wow Dylan! Where did you find that beautiful rock?"
"At the park, Mommy!"
Now...never mind the fact that we brought hundreds of rocks home from the beach and made a beautiful rock garden, this rock really resonated with Dylan.
He held it in his hand while he watched his programas.
He slept with it all night. At one point, he woke up crying because it wasn't in his hand anymore.
We began tucking it under a peluche while he was sleeping. The rock fit right under a stuffed dog's shirt.
"I love my rock Mommy."
I asked Dylan why this rock was so special to him, and he said it was because he found it at his school, on the playground.
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