Jeremiah and Josiah found a box of dust-covered trophies in the shop.
They took it upon themselves to lovingly clean them up,
certain that their owners will be so excited to take home the newly found treasures.
I sat in the living room, knotting, burying, and trimming threads on Lily's (this-close-to-being-finished) quilt
"Here's Tony's basketball trophy."
"We went to every single game of his, you know."
(Never mind neither are old enough to remember)
Picking up (I presume, I couldn't see...) a soccer trophy from over a dozen years ago, Josiah said with longing,
"I wish we could have gone to Lana's soccer games.
I can tell she was really good!"
"Oh, look! TJ was a Ranger! Mom, did TJ play for the Rangers?" (not sure what was especially exciting about that...)
"I bet he did awesome!"
I love that they automatically assume that their big kids were great!