Behind Every Great Boy...

...is a Nana and Popper.

I love watching my boy with my parents.  Partly because I never thought I would get married and have a family.  But partly because of the mutual adoration.  He lights up like Christmas time when they come over, every knock on the door, he assumes is his Popper and he chimes "POPPER!"  But they light up too, full of whatever mysterious gift he has under his skin.

It's pretty universal.  My sister and her youngest come and spend Thursday afternoons with us and it's the same affect every time.  He walks up and smiles and Sherry's face lights up.  Joshua walks in and the Boy cheers, "-OSHUA!"  He's happy just to chase and be chased for the next hour, he runs and laughs hysterically which in turn, cracks all of us up.

I wish I could bottle his magic.  I wish I could shrink him down and put him in my pocket to keep with me where ever I go, or to loan out to those in need of magic.  For now, I'm putting this up on my fridge...