Yesterday morning, as I was packing my bag, Barry called his grandpa to wish him a happy birthday. It was a sweet conversation between grandson and grandfather, but what really got me was when Barry started describing me to his grandpa.
Hearing Barry talk about the pregnancy and my very apparent belly made me realize how much he does listen and pay attention. I think I forget how excited he is, not because we don’t talk about it, but more because I don’t get to hear Barry share his perspective with others as often as I’d like.
Hearing him describe the total and utter dance party that HBaby had the other night, along with other tidbits of information, brought a smile to my face…I’ve been doing that a lot lately because of him.