Here is sweet little Harrison as our little Thanksgiving Indian. He loves this this little outfit and will show it off to everyone. This is a great age because you can tell him things, like "Go show Papa & Gaga your outfit" and he knows exactly what you are saying but doesn't really have any words to respond. I am really grateful that we have him and our stolen moments alone. He is starting to cry when we put him to bed. A new issue. It is so painful when he screams out "MAMA & DADA," tonight, when I caved after 8 minutes and went in to pick him up, he said, "tanku" (thank you) - what a heart breaker.
On the way to my parents Jackson insisted we stop to see Grampy to wish him a happy thanksgiving. It is so wonderful and innocent. As soon as we enter the cemetery he starts saying, "Hi Grampy, we're here." He wanted to leave him the note he made when Grampy first went into the hospital. He insisted on leaving it tonight. Then as we leave he says, "Bye Grampy, see you soon." It is strange how you can be happy and sad all at the same time. Well, bye friends, see you soon. Happy Thanksgiving. Dawn
4 comments:
Your boys are amazing - in body, mind, and spirit. Sweet, sweet Jackson.
He truly is just PRECIOUS. Your Jackson, love him.
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