My Andy was the best story teller when he was a tot. So serious, so much detail, so much gobbledygook but with the intonation of a veteran raconteur and almost always finishing with what must have been a little joke and a chuckle. His stance, his little serious face that would break into a big grin as the tale twisted and turned. Wide eyed and looking deep into your soul there was always and still is that twinkle in his eye. The same one that I'm told is in mine, that was in my dad's and his mother's too, inherited along with a tendency to bunions, oh dear.
I am finally moving ahead with this little guy. I need to hide away in my tiny work room and get him together. This creative life sometimes gets subverted by wanting to spend as much time as I can with my big girl while this gap year lasts and before she moves out to get started on her grown up life and I'm fine with that but a little work every now and then is surely good for the soul.