Joy of My Life

Joy of My Life Shirley Evans side 121 Professor Jen Miller January 20, 2013 Joy of My Life I never considered myself blessed in anything, or knew the spirit of my life, until the birth of my grandson. Robert is my first grand churl and sterling(prenominal) blessing god has switchn me, and the center of my universe for which I give thanks every day. His life started with difficulties, and his quenchless elan has brought joy to those who meet him. Robert entered my life on Monday, February 23, 2009 at 228 in the laternoon weighing 2lbs. 4 ounces and measuring 16 inches long. He arrived two months premature, and reminded me of a baby doll with wrinkle skin covering his tiny accouterments and legs. narrow down below perfectly arched nordic affectionbrows were eyeball so dark as to appear black, and undetermined wide to make them look enormous. A conic shaped head covered with platinum blonde hair made his sunken cheeks stand step forward giving him the appearance of an ali en. I fell in dear the instant I saw him and my love grows immeasurably with every passing day. Robert developed at a rapid pace despite be born prematurely.During a stay with us ace weekend, I laid him on his back atop a blanket spread on the root word for him to roll on. He rolled onto his stomach upbringing his head up arms swinging discover at his sides with legs kicking trying to crawl. He reminded me of a polo-neck poking out of its shell, slowly inching his agency off the blanket. To this day my daughter still calls him turtle after witnessing his attempt to crawl. Once he learns to walk, on that point is no holding him back he joyously goes through life with smiles on his face and laugh in his voice.Robert is growing to be a precocious child who quickly turns independent. He stands proud with arms akimbo as he proclaims he piece of ass dress himself, and I settle back into my go to watch him put his arms in the sleeves of his shirt, and conglomerate his shirt tail s into his jeans. I am floor to realize how quickly he is growing as he struggles with fastening his jeans, but is quite rhombus in doing it himself he asks for help with his belt comely after trying to buckle it on his own. iodin of the things I enjoyed teaching Robert was bedtime prayers.I have shown him how to interlace his fingers and bobby pin his hands together. Closing our eyes as we arcuate our heads together, I recited his prayers as he repeated after me. He no longer allows me to say prayers with him, and he does not know all of the words yet, but ends his prayer blessing everyone he loves in the sweetest tiniest voice. He looks up at me with a smile on his angelic face and says now it is your turn nanna. Pictures of Robert string how cute he is, but in soulfulness he leaves you with a more accurate personation of how adorable he actually is.Robert brings smiles and happiness to everyone he meets with his robust attitude. Sporting a child coat black Stetson co wboy hat perched atop his blonde head, down to feet encased with green and yellow-bellied John Deere boots, he exudes impish joy. He forget nonchalantly say he is not my fine man, but everyones little man. I do not argue with his statement as it is true. Robert loves everyone in his life and they love him. People say the greatest joy of being a grandparent is spoiling the child then sending them home.I am no censure to this rule, although I never want to send him home. clip speeds by like a blink of an eye when I have him, and it feels like he just arrived when it is time for him to leave. It fills my heart close to bursting when he sees me and comes campaign with his arms stretched wide to throw his petite haul up into my arms to hug my neck screaming grandma The joy he brings to my life is truly a blessing from God above, and one I shelter more than life itself. I contemplate if having my son, who helped reach my joy called Robert, has been the purpose for my life.