I sat on the leather couch and watched the little boy spin in circles singing and dancing. I thought, if only I had half of that energy. The smile stretched across his face when he stopped and darted toward me.
“Auntie?”
He climbed up and sat down next to me resting his head on my arm. His big, beautiful eyes peeked out from under the White Sox baseball hat.
“Blake?”
Giggle ensue. “Auntie, will you do puzzles with me? Yes?”
His little head tilted as he gazed up at my face.
“Oh geez,” I replied. My face must have made a “oh my goodness how could I say no to that face?” look.
“Don’t cry. Come with me.”
I definitely wasn’t crying, and I was definitely wasn't turning down an invite for some puzzles with my 2 1/2 year old nephew.
