May 22, 2017
Lucas is almost two. He loves trucks. He loves food. While all of the girls had “Dada” as their first word, Lucas heard the air popper and screamed “Pop-pop!” running into the kitchen with his popcorn bowl in hand.
Currently, his newest craze is yelling on the condition of the trucks that pass his window. At home, it’s just the UPS or Fedex trucks (BIG TRUCK!) and Grandma and Papi’s trucks (PAPI TRUCK!) which enter the yard.
We had a friend riding shotgun. She says hi, but Lucas pretends he’s shy. A garbage truck goes by. A squealing yell erupts from the second row, “BIG TRUCK!” This is followed by two “PAPI TRUCK!” yells, an ear-shattering “RED TRUCK!” shout and a Publix big rig. Huge gasp, “BIG, BIG TRUCK! MAMA BIIIIIG TRUCK!” Shotgun is laughing hysterically.
This boy can spot a policecar with lights off a mile away. Those are “Woo Cars!” or “Please Cars” since he can’t clearly say “POLICE.” (This made an officer smile and give him a toy car at the Family Fun Fest – “WOW, PLEASE CAR!”)
Any toy with wheels is “my truck” or “my train” or “my car.” His daily exercise includes fifteen miles of running behind a wheeled toy sputtering “rrrrrr” or “brrrrRrrrrr.” (If it looks like it should have wheels but doesn’t, he will pretend it has wheels and push it all over the house instead; examples are empty boxes, pillows, toy boxes, baking pans, and chairs.)
Today he discovered two of his wooden trucks in the last of the moving boxes and was cradling them yelling “yeah! My trucks!” Scattered around him and overflowing his car shaped toy bin are probably two dozen assorted vehicles, but these were missing for almost two months and now demanded all of his attention.
What was lost was now found. God does that when we come back to Him. He loves each of us tremendously – He sees us coming from our “far-away” place and runs to us. Like we are the only person in the world.
Isn’t it neat what images God puts for us to connect to His love? A little boy with his trucks reminded me of God’s amazing love.
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~ Nancy Tart