By: Mike Rainnie

My grandson reaches both arms up to me to be picked up as he staggers along with his 1 year old gait in his footed pajamas. When I have him in my arms, he turns his toothless smile up at me and points to things around the room that catch his eye: the ceramic pig on top of the kitchen cabinet, the brass ship’s clock that chimes on the half hour, the stuffed Clifford the Big Red Dog on the floor of the den, the picture on the wall of his big sister Edi, and the “Mind the Gap” sign we put up when we got back from our trip to England. A new world unfolding and seen for the first time. He becomes a tour guide of my own house, all I have to do is carry him from room to room and marvel at how the ordinary becomes fantastic through a new set of human eyes.