“Okay, well I’ll see you in a few hours.” I smile at Sarah. She gives Graham a big kiss on his chubby little cheek and tells me thank you several times before I shoo her away. As soon as I try to set Graham down, he screams at the top of his lungs, and I fully understand what Sarah was referring to.
“Graham the Man,” I tease. “No screaming like that or Aunt Mila isn’t going to play with you,” I warn him, and he looks at me with a death glare and returns his head to my shoulder.
“No!” he tells me, and I know exactly where he got his little attitude from—Sarah.
Once he’s done clinging to me, Graham and I play on the floor with his trucks, Legos, and dinosaurs. He shows me every truck and lines them up. I watch in amazement at how big and smart he’s getting. My heart tugs knowing his fathe
