This morning we drove to a local elementary school to vote for our congressional district. (I voted for this guy – guess why? – I only know enough about him to know I don’t dislike him though).
Mago had been very unhappy deciding whether to come along and ultimately did. (It was very brief – most of the times I’ve gone to the polls nearly everyone there is from my neighborhood. You’d think my neighborhood has the only voting citizens in Utah.) I’d spent the morning doing other things and realized Mago needs some time with me, so I invited him to drive home with me and took him for a drive to see “where mommy used to go to school”. Showing him some of the BYU campus I remembered a site where Tia and I spent time and took him there, an area of apartments off campus.
I took him to a particular corner in residential Provo, explaining to him where I’d go:
Me: I’m going to show you what mom and I called the Magic Tree.
Mago: Does the magic tree disappear?
Me: No, we called it the Magic Tree because we fell in love under it, and love is magic.
After a bit of searching I spotted the corner to realize the large tree wasn’t there any more. All that was left was a dark patch of ground without much grass. I explained this to Mago:
Me: Oh – the tree isn’t there any more. Do you see that dark spot in the grass? That’s what’s left of the tree. They must have torn it down.
Mago: The Magic Tree did disappear.
Mago (a few moments later) … Did Jesus bring it back to life?