Of course, these are the things that really count.

Sometimes it's hard to remember what it is like being a kid. But those special moments crop up here and there. Yesterday, Skye installed a shelf in our bedroom. Berry wanted to help. He followed Skye back and forth to the garage, helped "measure" and "cut." He was so happy being with his dad and doing something special.
I laid on the bed and pretended to read a book-- really, in all my silly girliness...I was watching them through misty eyes. I remember being with my dad and how important I felt when I "helped" him with something.
It filled my heart to see this same interaction between Skye and Berry. When they were done and Berry went trotting off, I told Skye how wonderful it was to watch them together and how much it meant to me. His wonderful remark...."Of course, these are things that really count."