The sights and sounds of our new neighborhood in Cary are quite different than the ones in our downtown Durham one. The roosters cock-a-doodle-dooing and cars clunking over the speedhump have been replaced with the beep-beeping and bang-banging of construction site sounds. 
We set our little guy’s room up with boats and all things nautical when we moved in last May. But, it fell flat with him. Sometime in January, he started his obsession with trucks and construction equipment. 
Toy trucks, dump trucks, cement trucks, backhoes, excavators, cranes, forklifts…. If you can name it, he’s seen it firsthand. From our daily walks passed construction sites on the way to the park to watching a house going up across the street while I made him breakfast and lunch, he’s become a little construction expert! 

Watching him take in this wonderful world has opened a part of my soul I didn’t know existed. Hearing him wake up at night and call out “BeepBeep” instead of “Mommmmmmy” brings a smile to my heart as I roll over to go back to sleep. But nothing. I mean nothing could prepare me for the feeling I had when I saw his face the day we replaced his boats with beepbeeps a couple weeks ago:

I put him down; pulled back his woobie; and snapped the picture. He found his happy, and so did I. His jaw-dropping excitement reminded me to appreciate the joy in giving. 
Here’s to you, LittleBeep. Mommy loves you very much. Thank you for the lesson.