Listen To My Words With Your Heart: Think.

Andrew.
My second born.
My little man.
Well, I don't think he was ever that little.

All 7 lbs 12 oz of him.
Born 2 two weeks early because he wanted to arrive early.
So he made me pre-eclamptic.
And sick.
Oh, so sick.
But all is good now.

He has some special needs of his own.
Guess he didn't want to be "different" than his big sister.
So he chose to get my attention.
He chose to have ear infections.
After infection.
After infection.
A total of nine in all, over a six-month period.
Throw in a little hearing loss, which he has since regained.
And is now about 9-12 months delayed in speech.

He is my little man.
A little lover.
With a little temper to match.
Who cares?
He's my boy!