This is the tree

The tree that Camden loves. He climbs it nearly to the top. He shakes the whole thing while up there, the branches swaying wildly as he climbs higher and higher. It's as if he thinks he can reach the sky. Today he brought me a "flower" from a branch of his tree. It was dead, dead like the winter, but it was a flower from Camden, nonetheless. He even put it in a glass of water and brought it up to me in my bathroom. He was so proud. I hugged him, wrapped my arms around him and told him how thankful I was. Now, isn't that just the sweetest thing? My son climbed a tree on a drizzly cool January day to pick a flower just for me? He's so freakin' cool. :)