My Baby Boy

Bryson is my baby boy. No, not my youngest child, just my youngest boy. What's interesting is that he doesn't realize his age or his stature. He behaves as if he's 16 going on 20. He speaks with a boisterous voice that will someday be noticed by all. Maybe it's just me...but I hear him talk and I think of an announcer or a voice over or a preacher, or even a broadcaster. It's so funny because we ask him to be quiet and no matter how quiet he tries to be, he's so loud. His voice is just like his personality though. When we tell him he's cute, he responds with "No I'm not! I'm Bryson!" Then he smiles that gorgeous smile that he has and just melts your heart. He's so handsome that daddy only wishes he could be half as handsome as he. That curl he's got on his forhead is going to drive the young ladies wild someday. This third child is not going to have any kind of middle child issues, I tell you that, right now! :) That's my baby boy right there.