Sweet Mr. Campbell aka "Cotton". When you meet this precious 90-something year old man, he claims that people started calling him Cotton because of his bright white hair but now, he snickers - his hair's just dingy! On any given day, you'll see him walking the neighborhood pushing his blue walker. He gets around just fine - when he has trash to take to the dumpster, no problem - he just piles it up on a large plastic canvas and drags it to the dump. He gives BEB rides on his "stroller" as she calls it and has even been seen pulling 2 kids in a wagon - one hand on his walker, one hand pulling the red Radio Flyer.
Today, we spent time with him on his patio as he was tilling the soil in his overgrown garden. Getting it ready for this year's tomato plants. He adores BEB and loves to hear her say his name. I told him that BEB woke up this morning, looked out her window at the back of his house and said, "I love Cotton!"
Thank you God for our sweet Cotton.
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