Needed some sun.
Enjoyed a picnic.
Brought his bubble blower.
He screamed.
He cried.
He hated the machine.
He hated the bubbles.
Harley loved it.
He watches me everyday.
He reaches for it.
He has it figured out.
Give him a camelbak and he is happy for several minutes.
He stares at her picture everyday.
He touches it.
He bangs his hands on the glass and squeals.
We talk about her.
He listens.
