This weekend, for example, during a trip to the library, his face lit up as he got out of the car and he started calling out "I see them! I see them!"
Me: "Who, Honey?"
James: "Soot Sprites!"
He was pointing up to the tree next to our parking spot:
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Son of a gun! So I grinned and we both started yelling "Come out, come out, whereEVER you are!!!!"
This sounds kind of banal, but I know that while James might have made the connection and thought about this before, he could or did not vocalize it, and play along with me.
I love not just feeling his happiness at being alive, but also being able to play with my buddy. It's rather like the difference between feeling a warm fire and playing with a really cool sparkler.
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