Papa Love

This boy LOVES his Papa.  He loves a lot of people in his life, but I think that Papa is pretty far up there right now...quite possibly above Mama and Dada.  I hear the word "Papa" all day long.  We are in the store and he thinks he sees his papa.  We are driving down the road and there is Papa's car.  We ask where he wants to go and he says "PAPA!"

Yesterday, I had to work.  I was getting ready and Rusty was playing with his toys, in his pajamas.  I asked, "Do you want to go and see Nana and Papa today?"  His answering smile was huge, and he ran to the closet to grab his coat and hat, pajamas and all!

Today he had a little bit of time playing with Papa while I ran some errands.  They played hockey, they went for a walk, they watered the lettuce they had planted together.  They caught cherry blossoms falling from a tree, they got the mail...they have the best time together.  I finally had to force him to leave, and after blowing Papa MANY kisses, we drove away.  Suddenly, he was looking back and crying.  When I asked what was wrong he said, "PPPPAAAAAPPPPAAAA!"  Oh, yes, this boy LOVES his papa!