tender-hearted to the core.
miss.vangie, our bus driver, saw it the first day she met him in first grade. i remember it like it was yesterday. after he sat down she said to me,
"stephanie, he has a tender-heart doesn't he?"
i smiled. she saw it in in eyes.
he's stong, athletic, and always moving!
blessed, are the people who have the opportunity to coach him. his body is a gift from God. i pray he always treats it like one.
you wouldn't know it by looking at him, but he is also sweet, sensitive, and shy.
he gets his feelings hurt easily.
he hates to loose.
he's kind.
his best friend is nana.
his favorite color is purple.
he loves swimming and penut butter and jelly sandwiches.
and...he's a momma's boy. what can i say?
he loves me.
he calls my name just to see where i am.
he follows me, checks on me, watches me, hugs me, holds my hand, and brushes my hair.
he's nine.
i know it may not last much longer,
but...
i am so blessed to be his mom.

