Yesterday evening, 7:30. T is picking up Puppy's first dad at the airport. I am making up a bed for R while Puppy bounces around in the background. He is excited about R's visit. "Show [R] library? Show [R] my puzzle? [R] play 'Pop Goes the Weasel'?" In his own version of mints on the pillow, he puts things on top of the bed he thinks R will enjoy: a board book, a sippy cup of milk.
Puppy woke up R early this morning and immediately started showing him his toys. By the time I came downstairs he had handed him a book and snuggled in for a read. I keep catching R staring at Puppy with a goofy, amazed smile. As well he should. Because he's the coolest little kid this side of the Mississippi. I am so grateful R is getting to know him--and giving Puppy the chance to know R.