The continuation of my last post, where I said on this afternoon of shooing mosquitoes left and right, my son taking pictures of what was supposed to be a weeding update..became the afternoon that I instead was invited INTO a very exclusive club, one that I have not been invited into since it had been renovated.
Here it is :
This is my professional photographer's tree fort, HIS special club that he has been redecorating for weeks now . He gets that from me, never satisfied until he ' sees ' just what he wants.
I look up at his fort, ask if I can come in and he says, very warily , but also mildly eagerly...' Yes. " But he has to go in first to allow me access, thru a barrier that is a piece of wood across the entrance that has to be moved.
Anticipation was mounting.
Anticipation was mounting.
I felt very privileged.
He has it all decorated with the essentials that a 9 year old may need at any moment.
As you can see, he bangs around with his hammer for quite some time to have holders for his necessities. His binoculars, his empty peanut butter jar to catch bugs in , water guns,toy trucks, and do believe the little scavenger has one of my briefcase straps hanging from the top. I don't use my briefcase anymore anyway.
A handy-dandy paper towel holder, a few super heros , balanced with nails ( I love that ). He made all these shelves inside himself. He used old found wood from his dad's workshop and about 3000 nails.
Quick access to the other entrance/exit via a rope ladder.
Silver surfer super hero, a hammer he pilfered from the house , and a snappy bungie cord.
The serious necessities of a decorator outdoors, tape measure , mosquito spray, his container of 3000 nails, another old hammer of mine...and another super hero.
Very important information he worked on about the most dangerous seas of all time. I am unsure if these are seas or sea creatures ? Apparently he considers this important , ready to access info, at a moment's notice in his fort.
Every clubhouse needs a clock.
Numerous warnings about not going under this fort because the little nut hammered roofing nails all in the floor of it, so if you go underneath and stand...POW, a nail in the head ! My husband allowed him to do this, I protested..always consider the danger of things for children...and now we have these warnings posted on all sides , written by my son, until my husband replaces his floor.
I won't even write what I am thinking, but I know that the wives out there know what I would say.
The landlord-president of this club, sitting on MY replica Charleston small bench he got up here with his dad. Sticky fingers child , took this from it's front yard decorative spot and snuck it up here.
He also took my thermometer and nailed it to the side.
His yucky skull and cross bones flag he bought in Charleston, just to put out here. I told him it had to be placed so I could NOT see it from my kitchen window when I look at my garden. Don't like anything with skulls and crossbones .
I squeezed my way up her, and sat on his little bench. I was feeling privileged, he looked at me to see if I knew I was privileged, as only KIDS ( boys ) are allowed in here . I know he knows I have been sad , and he knows he makes me happy...so I think that is why he allowed me up here.
My little boy loves me.
Then we sat, on that little bench together, and looked around..and decided to use the self-timer and take pictures of us in his fort.
Most were flubs, but some of the flubs are cute , to me.
It was one of the few times lately I actually smiled ...you know , from the inside out , instead of just on the outside. Just for a few moments, I cannot explain how hard it is to actually smile these days. Little children are so precious .
I then squeezed my way out without being poked by his guard stick. Barely.
YUCK ! Saw this in my face on the way out. He loves anything related to pirates.
Then the club president whizzed by me to swing down from his handy exit rope.
What a cutie-patootie I have. He must have done this 15 times for me to get the right shot that HE liked.
Then he and Maxine , and I went back in to escape our resident terrorist mosquito raiders. My son made me feel special that afternoon , and being with him in his special place..decorated in his unique way , was priceless to me.
I wanted to let my readers know , today and even yesterday afternoon, I felt a little better...better about God, better about leaning into Him , not 100 %... ...but I know how desperately my soul misses Him . I love God very , very much.
I so very much appreciate all your comments and prayers and ideas you send my way. Very kind of all of you, thank you,
" Wait on the LORD; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the LORD. "