These are the precise words we exchanged not five minutes ago:
Isaiah: (Hollering from downstairs.) “Grandpa!”
Me: “What?”
Isaiah: “Can we take the dogs for a walk and maybe go around the block or down to the park? I’m just asking.”
I half hear him, half-think for only a moment.
Me: “Maybe. That sounds like a good idea. Let me finish a couple of things. Then I’ll think about it.”
Isaiah: (Still downstairs) “Okay. I love you!”
Me: (Mindlessly, back to my writing) “I love you, too.”
Isaiah: “I’m saying that because I want to convince you to take the dogs for a walk. (slight pause) But also because I really do love you.”
And so it begins.
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That is so sweet and so honest, it makes me want to cry.
Makes me want to cry, too, but for a different reason. He lives here.