Proud mom moments

I've been struggling with strep throat for a couple of days now, feeling like I swallowed a marshmallow laced with razorblades, and decided I needed to get at least 30 seconds of sun. So I gathered the junk mail and headed to the recycling basket outside. Motion out of the corner of my eye caused me to glance up; I was horrified to see a little creature, I thought perhaps a chipmunk or mole, floating in the pool. I ran to the pool and scooped it out, hoping I had caught it in time and might be able to save it's life, but it was much too late. This was the tiny bunny we had seen a few times in the back yard, probably trying to get a drink in this blazing heat wave. I couldn't bear to just throw him out. A matter of minutes later, my young teenage son came home from school. I asked him if he would be willing to go down into the gully just behind our house and dig a grave deep enough that the coyotes or cats wouldn't detect it and bury the bunny. He got the shovel and quietly dug a grave, gently placing the tiny bunny inside, then buried him. I looked out the back door and saw my son making an absolutely gigantic cross from fallen branches of the avocado tree, probably four feet tall and three feet wide, to mark the little bunny's grave. I watched him finish and just stand there for a bit, looking down at the grave, and then touch up his handiwork by reinforcing the cross with ties made of morning glory vines. While I tease him frequently about being the cause for my investment in L'Oreal hair colour and the reason God made chardonnay, moments like this make me so proud. My little man with a big, big heart.