My Baby is Seven.

I remember the first time I held him. Nothing in my life had made me want to be a better person than that moment. Nothing had given me more of a sense of purpose and a feeling of inadequacy. I didn't feel equal to the task, but knew I would do anything to make myself armed for it. He has been a whirlwind of joy and energy. He tries my patience better than anyone and still melts my heart like no other.