This summer, my parents brought over a little maple tree that had sprouted in their yard. It was tiny, but sturdy for it's size. We planted it in a spot near the back of our new-to-us backyard.
Well, look at it now.
I like to think of this tree as Dean's Tree. It was a newborn the summer he was a newborn. I will watch both of them grow up big and strong. Although, I do have a hard time thinking about Baby D in 10 years. How about 20? Ah!
So while I am encouraging the growth of Dean's Tree and admiring the colorful [albeit tiny] display, I'm thinking about how much Dean has already grown.
And how I'm sure he will be more colorful than any tree ever could.