Good Looking is 11

Eleven years ago yesterday, I was wondering if the effects of a spinal were ever going to wear off, why the nurse would say, "You ought to feel your toes by now," beginning to feel scared because it was another 10 hours before I did feel my toes, and marveling at how different this baby boy was from the first. You see, the first baby boy looked as if he had a summer tan and the second baby boy was white as milk. Not only did this one have milky skin, it looked as if someone had rubbed orange blush on his head and above his eyes. Wait.......no........there is some peach fuzz there and..........I'll be............ it is going to be a redhead! That gorgeous, eight pound baby, is nearly as tall as me, now has a "mop" of red hair, and is a real sweetheart. I call him Good Looking but his birth certificate says his name is Blake Austin. Other words used to describe this child of mine, would be - brilliant, tender, compassionate, extreme, helpful, gifted, independent, precocious, curious, energetic. He is now an honor roll student in the 5th grade GATE class for accelerated students. He loves talking, soccer, basketball, talking, Playstation, Nintendo DS, talking, singing, biking, and did I mention talking? When I say talking, I mean conversation. At just two years of age, he was staying with his grandma and she asked him what he wanted to do. His response was, "Talk." When asked what he wanted to talk about his response was, "Ummm, aminals." Yes, he said it scrambled - am-in-nals. He particularly likes conversing with adults. We had a lady in our congregation who always held conversations with him. He cried when she moved away because he wouldn't have her to talk to anymore. With the exception of last year, he has requested spaghetti every year for his birthday dinner. Spaghetti it was, along with green beans, Italian salad, garlic bread, iced tea, and delicious chocolate cake. The family was here, presents were opened, and I am so blessed to have such a wonderful son.