In keeping with the theme of having no theme for this blog other than to publish pieces of writing I've done for various purposes, I thought I should post this little piece about Weston Charles Grimmius, the babiest of the Potts' grandchildren. Westy turned three on October 15. He's sleeping in our house tonight next to his sweet big brother Miles while their mommy and daddy are at the wedding of a friend. He's a chatty and adorable kiddo. Spending time with him tonight while he was trying to fall asleep was a revelation about how Westy can carry on a long conversation, tell stories, and be funny without realizing it. Here's to Westy!
Westy
Westy is almost
three. Six days remain of his two-ness.
Always a blondie,
sometimes a fireman, sometimes a lumberjack
Who knows what the
day will bring?
His mama and daddy
say he’s prone to tantrums,
which frustrates
them and makes Miles roll his eyes and
shake his head.
His grandpappy and
I say he’s prone to cuteness,
which delights us
and makes us smile.
This little boy
tilts his head and lopes with confidence. He honors
his big brother by
watching him with intensity, and copies him with pride.
He’s almost three,
this sweet child. The babiest, who melts my
heart when he
looks at me with his blue eyes and says,
“Y-you want to
play with me?” Of course I do,
Westy. Of course I do.
10/9/13
Photo taken in Otown on Westy's birthday, 10/15/13
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