I love the way his petite nose wrinkles when he smiles, and the fact that his right dimple is just a tad more prominent than his left one is. I cherish the purity of his heart as it exudes love without a hint of fearing rejection. No, he is far too busy running with his imagination to worry with the ache of trying to revolutionize circumstances that are out of his control.

I love his tender yet, vivacious laugh and how his lanky arms cross themselves to hug his tiny torso as he begins to shed tears from laughing so hard at his own genuine sense of humor; It's contagious, really. The joy he carries is something most would covet. He simply can't help but be joyful. The world is his to explore and unlike many, he can still see the beauty of life.

I love his quirkiness and how he delights in putting his own unique touch onto the world around him. He is unlike any child I've ever met and yet, he is everything that I would have chosen, had I been given the opportunity to design him myself.

I love the fact that he doesn't exaggerate his pain, yet he doesn't cower from it either. It's in those times of vulnerability, that he easily runs to those whom he knows, authentically care for him.

How intriguing it is that he doesn't isolate or withdraw himself, but he also isn't afraid to play alone. Sure, he desires companionship, but he already recognizes the beauty of time spent by himself every once and a while.

I love the car rides home from school and the way he questions me about every detail of my day because he is genuinely interested in how I've been. I'm thankful that he loves to open up and talk to me about everything that runs through his brilliant mind. In fact, it is he that often prods me to think from a perspective that I had forgotten I once had.

His life is a gift from God that I have the pleasure of unwrapping each new day. His honesty is remarkable and his kindness displays hope for his generation. He is my son, I am his mother and oh, how I love him.