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 forest.

My treasure can be found on 15th street.
His name is Justin Jr., My grandson.
His pretty blond hair that glows
in the sun light, like the sun hitting the ocean.
His eyes that sparkle like marbles when he smiles at me, you can see his pretty white teeth.

He is truly my treasure, my hero, my superstar.
He is the one who make me feel like a kid again,
filling my life with happiness and joy.

I especially love the way he greets me at the door smiling ear to ear, with an high pitched “Hi!” following after.
The time we spend together means the world to me.
We always seem to have fun even
on the rainy, gloomy days.
I love to take him to the park and
see him grow right before my eyes enjoying the swings and sliding on the slide.

Seeing how everything is new to him makes me want to show him every beautiful thing that the world will soon offer him.

One of my favorite memories with Justin and me,
was just this summer, me and him at the beach
making sand castle,
even if he thought throwing sand was help. The way his toes had sand on them.
They felt like corn meal and smell like ocean air.
He was happy and so was I.
As he get older its sometimes feel crazy to see what
he learns even if it was not taught to him.

For example he loves football but I’m not to sure
how at 15 months he gets it,
he loves to yell touch down with his little arms above his head.
He amazes me everyday.

I truly treasure our cartoon time together.
I love to see him dance at “YO GABBA GABBA”
and sing along with “DORA AND DIEGO” as he learn a lesson with them.

I love my grandson a lot he means
everything to me, helping and reminding me about
the important thing in life.
He has changed the meaning of “baby sitting” and turned it into a joy.
Justin Jr., my amazing grandson is my
true treasure.