Charlie and I were enjoying an outdoor breeze in the backyard this evening, when he suddenly crouched down and peered between the slats of our wooden deck railing.
His gaze was fastened to big brother Daniel's plaque.
After a moment, he quickly got up, took a couple of steps backward and looked totally mesmerized as he stared over in that direction.
A breeze kicked up, and without hesitation, Charlie made a beeline down the step to the yard. I knew exactly where he was headed.
He barreled through the grass and right over to that plaque. With his tender bare feet, he timidly made his way through the mulch. And when he reached his destination, he held out his little hand and touched Daniel's face.
I have no doubt, once again, that his eyes saw something (or someone) mine couldn't...