Airplane!

Is there anything in life that's more fun than playing "airplane" with your son?

This morning, Jude took John Patrick downstairs after she fed him, so I could sleep in a bit before church. She brought him back upstairs to me, in bed, at 9 a.m., while she took a shower. I alternated between standing him on my chest and lifting him in the air, like an airplane, as I lay in bed. Every time I lifted him into the air, he would smile and squeal with delight. His squealing was high pitched - it sounded like a dog whistle - and so funny, I'd laugh every time he did it, which would make him smile even more.

Those are moments to treasure, I think.