Best Date Ever

Wednesdays are quickly becoming our regular day to enjoy one another's company. It's perfect for my work schedule and doesn't conflict with Mr. Skelley's social calendar. We talk. We hug. We dream. He counsels me on child-rearing, driving, and taking care of myself. I prod him into telling me about the "good old days" of growing up in Pasadena in a tiny house stuffed with kids. He loves that I'm making the fresh bread like Aunt Debbie does; he told me that his mom always made fresh bread and that it was so good to sop up the *beans* with. Whenever he says "beans" to me, he whispers it and scrunches up his nose like it's a bad word because he knows that I don't like beans, not one little bit. Whenever I have cause to say "banana" to him, I do the same thing. His distaste for bananas equals my distaste for beans!

I can't wait for next Wednesday. I love my silly Grandpa. xo