

How did I ever get such a beautiful little boy with expressions so sweet and a babbling voice so precious? He's the perfect gift, and I tell him all the time he came from Jesus. "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." (James 1:17.) Just look at those toes and fingers! I pray even now that God would direct his feet into the right paths and that his hands would do God's work. Rocco was specifically designed by God for a specific purpose; I don't know what it is, but I know God has a plan for his life.
We had some more "firsts" tonight. He drank from a straw really well at Ryan's Restaurant. I was amazed. I should have know he could do it because he has really good suction going on with his bottle and sippy cup. He also went to his first band concert (Kennedy Middle School to see Rebekah ) and, yes, he did dance! I got tickled at him because for half of the concert he held tightly to the hand of a cute girl with bright red hair. He also went to his first softball game. That didn't seem to capture his attention as much. I do hope he will be interested in sports one day and not take after me on that part. Basketball, baseball, karate, art, gymnastics, music, wrestling, football, track, tennis, soccer. . . only time will tell what he will like. But you can bet whatever it is, I'll be the mom on the sidelines screaming her head off and taking pictures like crazy. I'll try not to embarrass him too much.












