He has a belly laugh that makes the gloomiest of days morph into instant sunshine. You can't not smile when you hear it - even if he is laughing at his favorite game: throw the toy up in the air. There are only two variables in this game: exactly what toy gets thrown and which direction it goes when tossed. Which, I guess, leads to a third variable - who or what might be in the way of the incoming projectile. But he laughs, and you rub your aching shin, and you smile - and you protect yourself against the next giggle producing ear of plastic corn.
There might be nothing better than showing up at the house of Elijah. Regardless which grandboy opens the door, Elijah pushes his way through the assembled saying, and I quote, "Granma, lkej eiosh truck wioury oui up." He had me at Granma.
I know you aren't supposed to have favorites. It's a good rule and one I hold to - mostly. But there are exceptions. First, birthdays render the rule moot for the day. But on the other 358 days of the year, my favorite is the one I am currently laying hands, eyes and kisses upon. Meaning, of course, that I can have multiple favorites all at one time. This Granma gig is a great one!
|And his father|
Happy Birthday to my favorite of the day. Oh, heck, you can have the whole week. I love you!