James and I have been enjoying a little time, just he and I, playing Go Fish after Ella goes to bed.
The cards are from 1951 and were a gift from my Dad. I love the fishy illustrations, the aged colors and the little box that has seen many, many years of use.
I love how James' eyebrows seem to go sky-high when he realizes he has a match. I love how I still have to tell him everytime to tell me to "Go Fish."
I love how he first learned to play in a hand with his Aunt Gini and Uncle Bill, and how he loved it so much that it has become a regular pastime for us.
When I was younger, my sister and I received an Atari for Christmas--and now James has a Wii--and that same childlike excitement that comes with a new toy is consuming him.
I am glad though, that he is interested in this little deck of cards that is now 60 years old. Sometimes the simple quiet of a card game is better than anything in the world.