This was taken a week before it happened, 22 months old. Lucas was an odd child.. One of his passions included rocks. That's right, rocks. Whenever we would get home from daycare, I would let him out of the car, and the first thing he would do would be to search the ground for two rocks. Any two would do, as long as he could hold a rock in each hand and click them together as he gleefully bounced towards the door. If I were to try to take those rocks away, or stop him from finding them? Oh no, not happening. If he couldn't find two rocks? End of the world. It got to the point where I would keep a bunch of little rocks in my car, so that I could supply him with two every time we got home.
Another of his little rituals, not rock related by still cute.. On the path to our front door there was a squashed pink piece of gum. It had been there a long time, and was basically part of the side walk. Every time we passed the gum Lucas had to bend down and press one finger to it before moving on. Gross, I know.
The two rocks in the picture above were found at his Grandma's house, a week before he was taken. They were big ones, and he was so excited to have found such likely specimens, that he wouldn't put them down.
How is he even doing that? Those rocks aren't light, and he has three in one hand and a leaf he found in the other. My boy had so many hidden talents.. I miss him so much.