One of my favorite family photos

This picture is almost 2 years old. If you look closely you will find something amiss. The young boy in the picture is not my son. His name is Byron, and we love him. Byron's class had "Grandparent's Day" a while back. Since neither set of Grandparents lived nearby, he naturally chose us as the lucky replacements. (My mom always says I have an old soul. Maybe Byron honed in on that.) Anyway, I love the way his hand is gently placed on Caleb's knee, like this is the greatest day of his life. It gives me hope that my own children might think I'm worthy of a public appearance once in a while.