January 19, 2008
My grandchild, Trey, is everything I remember my children not being. Beautiful, charismatic, and eager to learn and explore the unknown. His physical features exploding as he walks bowlegged towards me. He has a beautiful smile with gaping front teeth and curly blond hair almost appearing as a little girl instead of the little boy he is. Trey’s presence fulfills every void in my life leaving me breathless and gazing into life mesmerized.
