Things I am thankful for...

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elias loves the 8:30 train.  It goes behind our house, and just for us, carefully blows its whistle.  Ok, not just for us.  but when you have a small boy who said "freight twain," before almost all other words, the effect is the same. Every morning, afternoon, evening, when the whistle blows, he freezes in place, says "SHH~!!  mama. Fwet Tain.  SHHHHHHH!!!" and listens to hear it rumbling past. 

I am honored to hear the train.  I am honored to hear the baby hear the train.