The Other Man in My Life

Well, technically he's not a man. My RJ...where to begin? How about in the mornings when he greets me with a smile in his pack and play where he sleeps. Or how he carries on a conversation sometimes before we go down stairs. When I pick him up from a nap and sit him on my lap he proceeds to tell me what he dreampt about...or so that's what I think. And he has a smile that when doing so, he scrunches up his little face. His smile and laugh are enough to melt your heart. Some of the littlest things make him laugh. He has a way of looking at you...that look that can make you give in to any request he may have. Mothers, I know you know it...grandmothers, I think have lost their ability to fight it. Some of his best conversations are on the changing table...don't know why. And when he rolls over, lifts his head up and smiles at you. This is just some of the things about my RJ. Our precious gift from God.