I get lost in gray pools of beauty and honesty – Woodrow’s eyes.

I look in them and tell him I love him so much, and he says, “Grandma, I love you so much too.”

I get lost in them and tell him that he makes me so happy, and he says, “Grandma, you make me so happy too.”

Why can’t all relationships be that simple, that open and honest?

I love to see the world through his eyes – a world  full of wonder and love.