Chooch and I were sitting in the upstairs hallway, looking through photo albums. I pointed to a picture of my grandfather and said, "Lookie, here’s my pappap." Chooch mimicked my pointing, looked at me and said, "Pap-pap." My heart promptly melted into a sticky love stew.
I just wish they could have known each other. My grandma says she dreams every night that the three of us — my Pappap, Chooch and me — are always together, hanging out, being mischievous. I wish I had those dreams.