This picture is a little late coming. A year and half ago, when we lived in our first apartment after college, and the food storage and other stuff was stacked up in my son's bedroom. Every night he would climb up, and pull this picture out of the handle of one of the diaper boxes, filled with stuff from my husband's childhood. A picture of his aunt, uncle, and aunt.
This was my son's favorite picture. Not a day went by without him pulling it out of the box, and looking at it. I always told my husband I should put it on my blog, but I never did, then we moved and it was lost in the storage rooms for a year. Upon moving, my son recently found it again, and I think the love is still there. He put it in his mass piles of junk, and shows us the picture all the time.