Following your heart, and working

Albert spent over an hour this afternoon collecting rocks to make a firepit. Every few minutes I would go to the window to check and I would see him skipping, literally skipping, around the yard, picking up small and large stones, and then skipping back to fit them into his carefully honed circle. He was so concentrated, so focused. He was working hard. It is amazing how motivated he (or anyone) can be when he's following his heart. I loved seeing him building instead of destroying—which is his other passion these days.

It only seemed fair to reward him with a fire...