Look, Grandpa, hands
My Dad came for a visit today. He hadn't seen Hannes in a few months so I was a little worried if Hannes would be afraid of him, or shy, you know.
He wasn't.
Hannes started talking the second Grandpa walked through the front door and, wait, no, he still hasn't stopped. He's been asleep for 3 hours now, but he's still talking.
It's really cute the way Hannes walks, holding my Dad's hand as they go from the couch to the kitchen and back. They're both so fragile in their own way, so trusting in their relationship and so damn innocent towards each other that it makes my heart melt.
Freeze frame. Click. Mental photo.
