This child is spending his earliest days surrounded by forest. His feet in a fresh water lake, on Carolina clay or shuffling across the forest floor. His eyes on the sky spotting hawks, bats, butterflies and his beloved moon. His ears are tuned to the sounds of woodpeckers pounding and wild feet crunching. One of the very first animal sounds he could mimic was the howl of a coyote.
He is my nature boy. He grounds me and lifts my spirits. He reminds me what is most important to me.