grandparent love

I didn't grow up with grandparents. My last one died by the time I was 5 (and all I remember about that was that she--a mean paternal grandmother--died in late October and I missed trick-or-treating because we had to go to LA for the funeral).

B's parents are visiting. So watching Sprout with his Oma and Opa is a new and wondrous thing (these are B's parents--mine are largely absent from our life, though I know they love him and us in their own way). And watching B watch Sprout and his parents with Sprout is new. It's a reminder that this young son, my flesh and blood, is also that to someone else. And in this way, he has a life entirely separate from me, wholly about what he has from his father.

It really is a wonderful life.