Saturday, August 9, 2008
Jo and Sam
Sam loves Jo.
And Jo loves Sam.
Sam watches everything she does; helooks for her; she dances her crazy dance (involves jumping and spinning in the air, counting, quite elaborate and hysterical) and he squeals with laughter.
And Jo loves Sam - when he cries, she seems to know what he needs, and is usually right ("He wants a baby biscuit, Mama," she'll say) and she very sweetly entertains him, plays with him, lays with him, and likes him being around.
It is our mission in life, Sean and I agree, to tend this relationship between them. It is a surprising joy.
Of course, as I write this, Jo has found a tambourine and is beating it on the floor for him, singing/shouting, and driving me nuts, "Sam is my friend too!"