Today is our grandson Brigham's seventh birthday. Brigham came to our family by way of adoption. He is a delight, full of questions, energy, and more questions. He loves Legos, transformers, Star Wars, and all things that make up a little boy.
His smile is infectious, inviting all who see him to share in his sheer joy in life. Gaps where his baby teeth once resided give him an especially mischievous look, a contrast to his sleeping self where he looks like a slightly grubby angel.
My husband and I had the opportunity to look after Brigham and his brother this past spring. They gave us a run for our money. I admit that I couldn't run fast enough to keep up with them. Which is all right. Grandmas aren't supposed to keep up with grandchildren; they are only supposed to love them. That, I can do.
I've written before about my grandchildren. They remind me of all that is good and right in life. While some look about the world and see despair, I look at my grandchildren and see hope.
So, for today, I am grateful for Brigham.
He is such a cutie pie and is certainly "all boy". I do miss him dearly.
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