which brings me to my point, because i do have one...... this morning on my drive home from work, i was missing my grandson Julian, more than i can say. my daughter lives on the way home from the hospital, so i thought i would surprise her and stop by. all the blinds were still pulled so i knew she and Julian weren't up yet, so i just came home. i kept hearing his little voice in my mind, of things he says, and comments he makes.... he is just so expressive and perfectly beautifully cute! [yes i know we all say the same about our own]. he can take a little bit of this and some of that, put together thoughts and conclusions like he is way ahead of his years. the faces he makes, the gestures he uses, seem too grown up for him, yet there they are.... often blowing me away with his depth of thought and reason, and what i can see in his eyes.... the sparkle of youth, the "i know stuff you don't know and I'm not telling" looks.... i spend alot of time just watching him in awe of how his little mind already works, and his innocence humbles me almost to the point of feeling pain. i love that baby so much. he reminds me of Emily at his age. they often portray the same looks, the same responses... it's really uncanny how gestures and looks seem to be hereditary.