Yesterday morning I was watching
my 18 month grandson Gavin.  Gavin knows the ropes around our house, and knows
where the two big baskets which are his own territory are kept.  One is overflowing
with toys, and the other is full of books for little ones.

I was “working” on
the computer when Gavin came into the kitchen from the living room with a book
in his hand and approached me with purpose in his beautiful brown eyes. 

“Would
you like me to read you this book, Gavin?” I asked. 

He nodded his head, and
raised his hands to be lifted into my lap.  We snuggled and read The Two Sons, by Nick Butterworth and Mick Inkpen.

If it were remotely possible for my
body to do a cartwheel, I would have done five in a row across the house.  I
wanted to hijack the emergency broadcast system and make an announcement: