Little Man

Last night I had my holiday dinner. As usual, we all had a great time. This year my grandson was old enough to be part of the evening. He ate with is and sat with us and interacted with everyone. He did laps around the house and all you could hear was the pitter patter of his tiny feet as he circled about. He talked to everyone with his limited vocabulary but we all understood him. He smiled all night. It was the best family gathering because everyone was happy. He cried when he knew it was time to go home. This was the best holiday dinner.