Funny how fast time goes by. I know it’s a cliche, but it seems like just yesterday that Weston was dragging his plastic beach shovel along to “help” fix the road, and now, all of a sudden, he’s graduated to a full-size metal shovel and actually makes the work go faster. Monday we took advantage of the holiday and gorgeous, dry weather (not to mention a healthy surge of adrenaline still lingering from the Seahawks victory) to get out there and fill the pot holes. Seemed especially pressing in light of a recent repair bill for broken front strut and axel on the Honda.
Also, Weston was assigned by his first-grade teacher to do something “helpful to others” on Martin Luther King Day. Fixing the road might fall something short of battling for equality, but I could tell he felt good about working on a project that would make life a little more pleasant for our neighbors.
What really amazed me, though, was how much he can do these days. He went and got the wheelbarrow, loaded at least half the rock and filled a third of the holes on his own. All while maintaining his trademark good cheer and joy in the smallest of things. Now, Weston not only makes the work more fun, but he also makes it twice as efficient. Good man to have on the job.