The treasure I seek..

The treasure I seek can't be found in the largest pyramid. Nor the deep end of The sahara desert or the dark end of the forests. My treasure can be found on 15th street . His name is Justin Jr. my grandson. His pretty blond hair that glows in the sunlight ,his eyes that sparkle like marbles went he smiles at me. He is truly my teasure , my hero , my superstar. He is the one who makes me feel like a kid again ,filling my life with happieness and joy . I especially love the way he greets me at the door smilling ear to ear , with an high piched hi following after. The time we spend together means the world to me , we always seem to have fun, even on the rainny, gloomy days. I love to take him the park and see him grow right before my eye. seeing how every is new to him , it makes me want to show him every beautiful thing that the world will soon offer him . One my favorite memories with Justin and me , was just this summer , me and him at the beach making sand castles, even if he thought throwing sand was help , he was happy , so i was aswell. As he gets older its sometimes crazy to see what he learns even if it was not tought to him, for example he loves football but im not to sure how at 15 monthes he gets it , he love to yell touch down with is little arms aboves his head , he amazes me every day. I truly treasure our cartoon time together, i love to see him dance at " YO GABBA GABBA'. And sing along with "DORA AND DIAGO". I love my grandson alot he means everything to me , helping and reminding me about the important things in life . He has changed the meaning of " BABY SITTING " and turned it into a joy . Justin Jr. is my treasure.