“You love coyote poo, don’t you, Grandma?”
Those words warm every part of my heart.
“Yes, I do, Angel Boy! I love it so much when I see coyote poo on a hiking trail. It makes me very happy. Sometimes animal poo is called scat [spelling it for him], S-C-A-T.”
“I love coyotes too, Grandma. I’m just like you.”
“You love love planting in the garden, don’t you, Grandma?”
“I do very much, you’re right!”
“I love to garden too, I help Daddy in our garden at home.”
“I know you do, buddy. You’re a big helper.”
“You love your bunny slippers, don’t you, Grandma?”
“Yes, they are my 100% favorites.”
“I love them, too, Grandma. See, I’m wearing your bunnies! My feet are as big as yours.”
“We are a lot alike, aren’t we? We like many of the same things and that is so cool.”
“Do you love Spiderman, Grandma?”
“Well, I can say that I LIKE him, but I don’t really love him.”
Jumping up and down while showing me his new Spiderman…”I do, I do, I do. I love love love Spiderman.”
“Sometimes we can like different things and that’s OK, too, because you are your own person and so am I, right, T-man?”
“I can’t wait to see you, Grandma.”
“See, now we’re exactly the same. I can’t wait to see you, too!”
“Can I push the red button now, Daddy?”
And then, just like that, he’s gone.
Our light, bright vision of magic.