too old

Yesterday, my mom picked Henry up for a sleepover.  Literally.  She was one step in the door when Henry ran into her arms and she lifted him off the floor.  His feet dangled around her knees for a moment and she kissed his cheek.

They are lucky to have each other.  He loves her so completely.  Every once in a while, he gets to take a break from his real life and have a sleepover at Grandma's house.  He is spoiled rotten while he is there.  And I'm so glad.

My mom is getting older and has been exhausted lately.  Henry weighs 50 pounds.  We almost never pick him up anymore.  No matter how old Henry gets, he will always want his grandma to pick him up.

Even though they are both too old for that.