December 12

I was crocheting in my room earlier this evening when Isaac sauntered in (because Isaac often saunters) and sat down on the bed.

After a minute or two of silence, he began asking questions about my side of the family. How old was I when my parents got divorced? What was Uncle Bobby like when we were growing up? Was I closer to him or to Uncle Charlie? I answered his questions and then he went silent again.

And then he pulled out his phone, went to the family tree wiki (which I didn't even know existed), and began mapping out Adam's dad's lineage. And he shared his findings as he went along.

I love this kid. I'm grateful that he's interested in his family history. And I'm more grateful that at 16 --when so many kiddos actively avoid their parental units-- he's willing to plunk down on my bed with me and just hang out. That's a pretty cool blessing.