He immediately snuggled into my chest and filled a void that I didn't even know existed. But, at that moment, I knew nothing in my life would ever be the same.
I'm pretty sure I can safely say that it was also the best moment of my life (repeated two more times with the arrival of his brothers) but, at the time, it was definitely the best moment I had ever experienced.
It's a crude analogy but a newborn is similar to an artist's fresh canvas. And just as the artist stares and this blank canvas and dreams of what his finished product will look like...I remember spending hours gazing at C.J. wondering what kind of man he would grow up to be...hoping that he would absorb the best of everything he was taught so that he would become a polite, respectful man who, at the same time, would feel comfortable stating his opinions and ideas even if they were not in line with everyone else's. The perfect combination of a leader and a follower.
Although, at times, I can't help but still think of him as my little boy...
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