Enzo, my joy

Sheer joy. Have you ever experienced with someone an overwhelming feeling of profound joy that no words can even describe? This is the certain feeling I felt the first time I saw son, Enzo. He of the frail frame and helpless condition with tubes attached to my baby's body and mouth. But if ever I had a vision of what an angel is that was what I saw in Enzo as he lay fighting for his life inside the incubator. But my son is a survivor. With prayers and good doctors, he survived the difficult conditions of his birth and continuous to awe us of his wonderful talents and give us joy. Even if he is a bit mischievous at times, most often though he is sweet and loving.

He is my baby who looks more like me or does he? But he has his Dad's calm veneer often mistaken for being distant. But he wants to be sure of everything he does. And will always ask for approval from me or his Dad. At such a young age,he aims for perfection. I never tire of looking at him and find myself smiling and awed by my bundle of joy.