The photo that pops up on my screen.
My dad. His Pop.
I read the text.
“We took a selfie,” my dad writes.
I think my heart’s going to explode.
This love between my parents and my son.
They are crazy about him.
His Lolli just wants to squeeze him, but he resists.
He squirms and wiggles. He tries to run, but she’s persistent. She’s going to get a kiss and a squeeze.
They laugh as he swipes his fingers across the screen of the iPad.
He claps when he completes the game.
They cheer him on and laugh harder.
They spoil him.
Of course he needs the basketball goal during their trip to Wal-Mart.
They take him for ice cream.
It’s okay to have an ice cream cone and some banana split.
They endure a week of Disney Channel.
He sits on top of Pop to watch TV.
He cuddles next to Lolli so he can play on her iPad.
They don’t complain when he pukes all over the place and can’t go to school.
When it’s time to say goodbye, Jackson cries. He clings to Pop.
His chubby little hand pats my dad’s back.
My dad tells him it’s okay.
My heart swells again.
The moment is a mix between sadness and sweetness.
This love between my parents and my son.
Pure joy.
This post was written as a response to Holley Gerth’s Coffee for your Heart link up prompt: For more encouragement click here!
We’re blessed with family that loves our kids well too. Yes, they spoil them some, but we’re so blessed to have them in our lives. The basketball, Disney Junior and ice cream pretty much describe my Ben’s version of heaven. Boys … 🙂
And isn’t it so much fun having boys? I just love it!