Father and Son

I am sitting here listening to the sweet sounds of my love, my husband, reading to our son as he tucks him into bed. His voice is low, his tone animated. I cannot see them, but I have no doubt that Jaron is glancing back and forth from the pages of the book to his daddy's face. That boy loves his daddy.

(If you ask him, "Jaron, where's your daddy at?", he will start craning his neck to find Jonathan in the room. It is the sweetest thing I have ever seen. Melts. My. Heart.)

And I have to chuckle, because the book they are reading-- it is the Boston Red Sox 101 book which is a baby's guide to all things Red Sox. Yes folks, we start them early around here! :)