baba

Dylan,

Last Saturday after breakfast you and I drove over to Grandma & Grandpa's house for a visit. When I parked in the driveway and opened your car door you seemed to suddenly recognize your surroundings and said: "Baba, Yaya." You repeated this several times between the car and the house.

At home, when we go through the photo book of people who love you we have nicknames for all of your grandparents. On Mom's side we've started calling them Papa and Yaya.

By the time we got to the door you were clearly aware of where we were and who we were about to visit. Grandpa opened the door and you gave him an enthusiastic "Baba!".

Seeing his eyes, I doubt he ever felt more connected to you than at that moment.

Dad