After having our first grandchild, I didn't think we could be any happier. BOY was I wrong! Along came little Danny and with his arrival, the realization that you always have just enough love to go around.

This guy is a little rascal. Full of energy and always up to something. He loves to run around naked, yes, even outside in our yard! He gets into everything, loves to dump things like sugar all over the floor, seems to enjoy using the sidewalk as a toilet, spits like a champ, well... there is no doubt, he's all boy.

He loves to spend time sitting on Grandpa's "Vroom Vroom" (my motorcycle), pushing the horn button scaring everyone to death with the noise. And when I actually give him a ride, it takes a well trained team of surgeons to remove him from the bike.

As mischevious as he can be, when he crawls up and snuggles in my lap, no matter what he's done, it is instantly forgotten. It's hard to believe how much love God fit into the little bitty body.

I look forward to getting into all sorts of trouble with this little guy when he gets older. Hopefully his sister will bail us out if we get caught.