He is the happy boy, as content and relaxed as they come.
He is the screamer when he doesn't get what he wants.
He is the belly laughter that makes all of life okay.
He is the hitter, the pincher, and the food thrower.
He is the musician, "singing" with perfect pitch and rhythm.
He is the foreign language expert, since we can't understand hardly a word he's saying.
He's the little brother who wants to play and aggravate.
He's the sweet boy who gives kisses to his family.
He's the almost-two year old into EVERYTHING, who we run after through stores.
He's the toddler who falls asleep on our shoulder when he's had enough.
He is all these things and more.
He is a joy.
Thank you, God, he is mine.
So glad he is too. That makes him part mine!
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