I know that twenty years from now I will miss telling Kayla stories about Caleb, Joshua, Austin, Owen and Wesley climbing the tree on the way to the park. Currently Kayla requests this story dozens of times each day, though I can only handle telling it about 10 times. Yet some day I’m sure I’ll wish that little Kayla were tugging at my pant leg, asking for yet another story about the boys. The boys are friends from Totz Church. Kayla feels so shy around them that she won’t say anything and buries her face when their names are mentioned. She watches them each week at church and then tells me later how they “laughed, were loud, jumped, tried lifting things, played ball, didn’t share” etc. She’s my little people watcher.