I often lament the fact that Pookah doesn’t get to see my parents as much as we would like. I grew up the same way, and only saw my grandparents once or twice a year. But I didn’t want that for my baby.
Pookah loves his grandaddy.
It’s amazing to see my Father with my son. My father was a busy man when I was a child. He didn’t have the time to sit and play and play and make noises and play monster like he does with my son.
And my mother….
Sometimes I think Pookah would throw me over for my mother. And frankly, I don’t blame him! She is so patient and she has never ending energy. She will play play play and then play some more. All the while teaching him the little things that I forget in the mad rush of life.
I wish Pookah could spend more time with his Grandparents.
These photos just make me think on that.