Dropped by Jason Powell

Years ago I went over to my parent’s house and my nephew was there playing with my dad. He was three years old at the time (my nephew, not my dad). My mother was in the kitchen leaning with her folded arms over the kitchen counter looking into the living room watching them and smiling. My dad was tossing my nephew into the air than catching him again. When my nephew was in the air he'd laugh and squeal and then he'd land in my dad’s hands and he would look happily and expecta