Quality Time

According to the authors of The Five Love Languages of Children, a child has a primary love language. It may be physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, gifts or acts of service. As parents we have, over time, discovered that our Sprouts' primary love language is quality time.

This has been very evident this week while Nana and Pop have been visiting us. As soon as they arrived (after their long drive north from Southwestern Ontario), the Sprouts ran out the door (in their socks!) to give big welcoming hugs.  This morning the Sprouts were downstairs in record time for breakfast ("Are Nana and Pop awake yet?").  While eating, FK and Pop discussed the moon's elliptical orbit.  This afternoon JK ran all the way from daycare to the school so that we could get in the car to go home and be with Nana and Pop (and Charlie, their dog). JK never runs from the daycare to the school.  Usually he wants to splish and splash in every puddle he can find, as little boys do. Every waking moment so far the Sprouts have been spending quality time with their grandparents.  They absolutely adore their Nana and Pop.

Picture this (after dinner): Nana curled up on the couch with JK reading stories. Pop and FK huddled over a laptop, trying to figure out how to convert a file into a readable format for FK's Kindle (of which there are now three in our immediate family, and four in the house as Pop has one, too).

And now, giggles and laughter from JK's bedroom as a bedtime story Pop reads to JK comes to life in only the way Pop can do it.
 
Magical moments. We could get used to this...