Cheeks

I'm sitting in Abby's new living room. My grandparent's are playing cards at the table with Abby and Jonathan. We are all waiting for the baby to decide to come out and play. And someday I will forgive him for throwing a wrench in our labor day plans (they were really good). But that is OK, as long as I can squeeze his cheeks soon, and life is still as it should be as long as my g-pa is still randomly blurting out "cheeks cheats!" at the card table while he tweaks his own hand, the little rascal. I do love him.