There’s something about this little blonde haired blue eyed boy that just melts my heart.  Maybe it was that we endured 36 hours of labor together, only to head into an emergency C-section. Maybe it’s because he is my one and only boy. Maybe it’s because he can’t quite say the “r” sound which makes him sound like an adorable little British kid. Or…maybe it’s because he reminds me so much of my very first best friend, my brother. Since the day he was born, I have talked to Grant like he was an adult. I personally never understood baby talk so the phrases that came out my mouth when he was a baby were more along the lines of, “Excuse me sir. I am not quite sure if stuffing 47 puffs in your mouth at once is such a good idea. How do you feel about that?” Fast forward and now as a 3 year old, he talks to me like he’s the adult. He’s a cuddle bug and loves curling up on your lap, or sliding into your bed at 3 am and pulling your arms around him, completely oblivious to the fact that his 3 year old body resembles that of a six year old. He would rather play outside in the dirt than do anything else and he knows the name and type of all 500 cars and tractors that fill every nook and cranny of my house. But Grant is also my social butterfly and will talk to anyone and everyone who will listen. It’s the one thing about him that my mom says reminds her the most of me. Yet at first glance, there is no denying who his daddy is. And inside, he has his daddy’s heart too, which makes me both smile and worry all at the same time. That’s because he’s the kid that will love with reckless abandon, be blinded by differences in humans, and most likely get his heart broken multiple times along the way as a result. I hope that big heart of his leads him to teach this world how to be kind, how to be a gentleman, but most of all, how to lead with love.