My son, Jonah, and I hung out tonight as Lori hit a local craft fair with my Mom and sister Rachel. We played trains, coloured a massive Superman picture and did some serious dinky racing on a track sloping off the couch in our living room.
He noshed a snack of granny smith apple chunks, clementine sections and fresh cherries (pits removed, of course).
We're sitting at the kitchen table munching and playing with a few trucks, and he grabs a cherry, pops it into his mouth and closes his eyes, tilts his curly-haired head back as if savouring a rare cabernet sauvignon and says "Mmmmm Daddy. This makes me so yummy."
Classic line, to which I responded silently in my heart "you don't even know how right you are son."
Thanks for such an amazing boy, Lord. He's a joy and a treasure for life. Oh- and thanks for the cherries...