One gloomy day in July, my 9-year-old son joined the 1864 Army.  It took all of 90 seconds and the chance to hold a civil war era rifle and he was gone.

I know that he is only 9 and that it is not real by any stretch of the imagination, but to him (and to my heart) it was pretty real.  I felt a real excitement for him and a serious sad ping in my heart all at the same time.   Silly huh?

What ever will I do in 9 short years when he is off to conquer the world?!?  Although in his 9-year-old mind…he will be living with us forever.  I think it’s ok if I hold onto that particular thought just a little while longer. ❤

What a beautiful day and a great experience.

I love homeschooling these little people!  The wonderful experiences that we share, the memories that we make. Not only do they learn, but we do too.  ❤