There is another rock that I eagerly expect to be given one of these days.
Kids like rocks. If we reach far enough back into the misty memories of childhood, we understand why. Rocks are fascinating. We can’t bite them or break them, though we try. We learn early that the really tough, dependable things in life are “like a rock.” With a little help from a dad or brother, we can learn to skip them. Even without help, we can throw them, using them to measure our own strength and agility. Yet, there is something more. We see things in them—butterflies, animals, faces, hearts. We look and look, and see more and more. Bryce saw wondrous things in those rocks.