John
"How is my sweet boy holding up?" I ask Jonathan. He kicks and gives a little giggle, making me laugh right along with him. He looks like a little mafia lord in his small tux with his black slippers. At only six months old, he has already got a personality of his own. He has wrapped everyone around his little fingers and whenever our friends and family come to visit, I hardly get to see him as he is passed around from one set of arms to the other. Jena keeps an eye on him like only a highly overprotective mother can, but I can't blame her. She hardly sits down when he is not in her arms. She stays by his side, not taking her eyes off him. At times she will completely miss an entire conversation because all her focus is solemnly on our son. That is why the little man is with me today
