Last weekend I spent time with Willow and Justice and Kooper.
On Saturday, Kooper and I hung out for a few hours, eating lunch and watching movies. He chose to watch Lilo & Stitch. He would giggle and point. He would talk to me about the movie. It was cute.
On the way to Phoenix, Willow was tracking the drive via her dad’s GPS system on his computer. Then she played mp3s off of his phone for us while trying to convince us to put in a CD for her to listen to.
She cracked me up when she was taking pictures of me and trying to shoot everything under the sun while we visited Todd at the fire station.
And the next day, as we drove to the stores and her dad was going through the Phoenix radio stations, she was telling us how old fashioned the music was or how we needed to put in a CD and not listen to the radio.
The way she uses language makes me laugh. She’s funny (even if she can’t tell a joke to save her life – much like her aunt Dawn).
But Justice was the one that made me smile from the heart this weekend.
The way he dances whenever music comes on – no matter what kind of music – is adorable. He does hand movements and wiggles his little bottom. He has this way of wiggling his way into your heart and you just want to love on him.
He wasn’t feeling well most of the weekend but he was a trooper. He didn’t let a runny nose or fever get in his way.
He fed the animals at the Renaissance Fair. He chased me across the grass at the fire station. He hugged on his uncle Todd and aunt Cathy.
Last night I watched Willow and Justice while their parents went out. There was one moment that made me want to hold on to him forever.
A commercial came on the TV and he started dancing to the music. He did a sort of wave with his little body and it was so fluid and so sweet that I wanted to jump up and hug him.
He kept going, though, and within a moment was on to something else – as any toddler should be.
But for that second, that little boy pulled on those strings to my heart and made me love him all the more.