Today I was building blocks with my niece who is a few months off from being 3. We were building a castle which she first told me was Goong Goong’s (grandfather’s) then told me, no it’s Por Por’s (grandmother’s) and then said
“it’s Elliott’s castle”.
A few minutes later she told me again
“this is Elliott’s castle… don’t forget him”.
The sound of his name is always magic but the sound of his name from his cousin completely unprompted was especially beautiful today.
It made my heart smile knowing she knows his name and thinks of him.
It made my heart smile that she understands the place he has in our family, not just in my immediate family but in hers.
It made my heart smile that at less than three years old with no memory of meeting him and likely to not have a full understanding of it all, she remembers.
How I wish he was here to build a castle with her, but how truly beautiful that she’s building one for him even though he’s not.