Every time I see him, which is in the spring and winter, the first minutes are shy and reserved.
I'm patient, ask questions, and wait for him to warm up and remember.....I'm his Grammy. He always does.
I start also with talking about memories - the sound of the train going by his old house when he was little; butterflies being released in his yard; the porch swing I used to rock him on, his Mom. He always remembers and the soft smile begins.
It warms my heart.
Today was the same. At first he doesn't get too close, but ALWAYS before the day is over, he is laying near me so I can reach over and rub his back and ruffle his coal black hair - just like his Mom did.
He is a kind and loving boy that any mother and grandmother would be proud of.....his smiles and softness remind me so much of her.
I like to "listen" to his smiles...........just like I listened to his Mom's.