My son . . . my first born . . . overruled by girls in this house . . . he has so much patience with his little sisters . . . and makes his momma so proud of him with all his kindness he shows his baby sister, helping her with her shoes, holding the door for her, swinging her on a swing. Playing video games with his older sister too, showing her all his secrets. This boy . . . captures my eye during the day and makes my heart sing . . . he tells me no less then 30 times a day that he loves me . . . and I hope it never stops!