This Little Boy of Mine.

I was looking back at old posts-I'm trying to reorganize the 'ole blog and I noticed I never really talk about Diezel except for his past medical issues. I started to think why that is.....He is a joy. He has such a sweet spirit. Yeah, he has his moments (don't they all:) It seems though no matter what he does or does not do- He fits perfectly in our family. He's quite content doing his own thing. He's funny. He rejects unwanted affection and runs away when I reach for a hug, but he's quick to laugh with all his heart when I snatch him up in spite of it. He has stolen my heart. He knows how to work his little eyes to make me swoon. Yeah, he spits. Wants water all the time. Has no control over his bowels. Fights intensely for toys. Cries for whatever object someone else has, but his heart, his deep down self is amazingly beautiful. I look at him and can't help but to smile. I look at him and I see a winner. A fighter. A champion. An over comer. Diezel has fought for his life more than once and every time God plants a vision in my heart of the man this little boy will become.