I cleaned out a hall closest and found some of my old cameras. Perhaps I've mentioned that the loss of my first 35mm was the only material possession I ever cried over. I was trying to talk myself into letting them go. Instead, I recalled that bottom shelf in the bathroom and set three there and got rid of the rest. One was Phil's grandmothers. Mr. Smiley has been endlessly fascinated by their presence. I realized I wasn't going to get rid of them and they likely were not going to be a joy to anyone else, so I made all his dreams come true by letting him explore them.
I had been pulling out every last thing in my family room, cleaning and found a couple of things they made me when they were wee and pictures of his second year. I brought them along and he stopped for a visit between events. Sweet.
Pap was feeling a tad neglected. Mr. Smiley finally turned loose of the Cpt. and made his way straight to his best guy.