Bruce, The Two Year Old

Aaah little Bruce. You are two years old and full of life and energy. You are learning your boundaries, but loving to explore outside those boundaries. You are keeping me on my toes and the rest of the family too. Trying to keep you safe every day has become quite the chore. You are innocent and adorable. Your church teachers adore you. So do the neighbors. You are a joy to the 38 year old paraplegic who lives next door. His life was forever altered 20 months ago when he was involved in an accident at his work. A big piece of machinery fell and landed on him, crushing him and leaving him without the ability to walk anymore. He has rebuilt his life and redefined himself. He frequently sees you outside playing with your trucks and toys and he comes out to say hello to you. You are afraid of him. You don't trust him. But you make him smile as he tries to gain that trust of yours. His name is Ron. Today, as I spend my energy keeping little Bruce safe, I will be grateful that the dog, Baxter, doesn't have hands to be able to reach and open the doors to let himself out. One two year old is enough.