I knew I’d love him. He’s my son, my baby, my own flesh and blood. But this, this swollen heart of mine hadn’t a clue until he came to be. Lately we’re able to catch glimpses of his soul… The giggling and squealing…the long soft gaze into one another’s eyes. At times it feels unreal. As if he weren’t a real boy but one of God’s very special agents. Sent here to love on us.