Something that touches my heart

The other day. Something really touched my heart. My baby T. He loves his daddy. Every single time Michael would leave and come back there was never a transition for him. He just went right on back to daddy. He would climb on him, kiss him, love on him. He never cried or got upset at all. He talks so much more now. Michael missed a lot of it. It's like Baby T knows. When Michael comes home from work, T will grab his truck books and climb up on daddy's lap and tell him all the names he knows. When we go places T will look at me and ask me, "DADA?" Like we are going to go see him. When he sees him he gets all excited and runs up to him. Each one of my boys have a special connection with their daddy, but especially Baby T. This picture I found the other day and it made me cry. Michael looks so normal here. And T looks so happy to be with daddy. I'm grateful that Michael can continue to affect our boys lives like this.