Looking through some old journals tonight, I found this dialogue from four-year-old Tucker:
"Mommy, let's make a train. Tyler will be the engine and I'll be the caboose. You be the track."
I wrote: That feels like the very definition of motherhood.
All my love to of you "train tracks" out there.
I raise my glass and salute you.
"Choo-choo."
profound