Dbonz

Daniel is my smiley boy.  He smiles even when he is sick.  He has this persistent cough but he still manages to smile when you call him or meet his eyes.  He has this giant oval shaped head - it's hard to explain but it sits perched upon this stocky little body.  I'm so used to Sophie's tranquil girly serenity that his little ball of fists and fury sometimes overwhelm me.  Oftentimes, I laugh at it because it so cute.  I guess it's like when forest rangers take in wolf puppies.  So cuddly and soft until one day they eat your cat.  Ok, bad analogy.  I do think I'm in for a helluva ride with both of them.  Hopefully they won't challenge us too much.  Lord have mercy.  Even as I wrote that sentence I know they will challenge us for every ounce of sense we have.  But for now....

He is so sweet.  I can't pass by his room without him making a happy grunt or needy cry.  One time I actually got down on the ground and crawled by his room so he wouldn't see me.  It didn't work - he heard the scuffling plus I'm not that agile anymore.  I had to quit my job as a mime long ago.  I'm so curious as to what my little boy is going to be - will he be a stocky little athlete who's happy go lucky and hangs out with football players?  or will he be a quiet artist (please God no).  I guess I wish for him a very happy life - one where he knows who he is, how much he is loved, the fact that he can love others and finally that he has a passion in life - a focus where he enjoys putting his time and God-given talents.  But please don't become a minister, please not a minister.  Oy.