Okay. Now I think I know what blogging is for. Getting things off your chest, so to speak, or off your mind, etc. Well, here is my problem. You see, there is this little guy named Will, he only weighs about 16 pounds, but everytime he looks at me with that toothless smile and not much hair on his head, I just become a puddle. I love this little man. I know, I've hardly known him long enough to have such a passion for him. I mean, barely over six months, right? But, he just has this way about him. When I open the door and he is there and I say good morning handsome, he just has this big ole smile, like he is telling me he is glad to see me too.

Will is having surgery sometime today for a problem he has had for about a month. It doesn't seem to be extremely serious condition, because last night he was at Vanderbilt for the second time for this condition. But, he is only 6 months old, surgery is a very scary thing. I think his parents are handling it okay. I was there for a while, but had to leave to come home and get to work. So, I wasn't around for the bad parts, punching holes in the little guy until they finally got an iv in, in his head!!! I'm glad I missed it, but I am so sad they had to do it at all.

Anyway, I just wanted to air this. I don't know if it makes me feel any better. I can't say it does. Maybe it will when I go back and read it later. But right now, I just wish I could go to Vanderbilt, pick him up and cuddle him while he is sleeping. Watch him suck his paci, almost lose it and put it back in. Maybe he would smile in his sleep again. I love it when he does that, because I know he's having a sweet dream. Will I love you. I can't wait until all of this is over and we're playing together again. Nanna.