Ever since he was a baby, Big C has had a thing for watermelon. Now whenever I cut one open, he seems to have an internal radar that alerts him. He rushes into the kitchen hoping for a slice. Many times I’m getting dinner ready and will tell him he has to wait.
The other day, though, he got lucky. I told him I’d cut him a slice after school and then surprised him with a gigantic two inch thick piece and ordered him out to the front steps to eat it.
He armed himself with a smile and a spoon.
And I grabbed my camera.
So glad I did. I can’t resist the melon juice dripping off his chin. It reminds me so much of when he was little.
Look at how much he enjoyed it. He didn’t even care that I was taking his picture. That is rare these days!
I love this kid. He’s not little any more. He makes me laugh. He frustrates me. As you read this he and I will be together down in his room cleaning up the disaster a year worth of school, early morning seminary and three sports creates.
Pray for us.
Maybe we’ll end the torture with another slice.