I've got the BBQ pit going, smoking salsa.
My youngest Son just turned 10. It's in the 30's here with a little wind and drizzling rain. He made himself a nice fire outside, borrowed his Sister's blanket, and is sleeping. I said "Son, why don't come on inside where it's warm?".
He said, "I'm good Dad, I just wanna sleep here by the fire on Grandpa's old bench". Previously told him some stories about his Grandpa & I hunting when I was little, when it was cold and his Grandpa shot a deer, and I couldn't wait to gut it.
He'll never meet my Dad in this life, but the fact that this ol' bench meant so much to him punched me right in the gut. His Grandpa & I drank many a cup of coffee on this old bench.
Thank God for kids. They are truly pure of heart.