The Special Book.

He has this book I made for him about his little life. From the time he was born through about 18 months, I'd covered people, some places and lots of things we think and feel about him.

I ordered the day before my mom entered the hospital for what would be her last time and she never got to see his 'special' book.

H loves this book and from time to time we'll take it off the shelf way up high where it lives and read it over and over again. He's got most all of the pages memorized.

Yesterday, as I nursed E before her nap, he asked to pull the 'special' book out and we sat side by side in rocking chairs in E's room. He offered to read it to me and when he got to page 4-5, the pages with my mom and dad and him spread across, he said;

"This is my Grandma Nan and she loves me very much. So, so much. Now she lives in heaven and God takes care of her. Someday I will get to see her in heaven."

Though you probably can't decipher the words on the page of the book from the photo I shared, the page doesn't quite say that. In fact, besides Grandma Nan loving him, it doesn't say anything like that.

But obviously it doesn't need to for him to know and understand in his own three year old way that he is loved by her.

And that someday we'll get to be together in heaven.

Grandma Nan and H and Curious George too.

September 2007.