Description: I wish so much Spencer that you would start talking. I long to know what you are thinking about, and what your preferences are. When your brothers pray I wonder what you would pray for, and what silly things you might say to me. I wonder how you--as most small children do--would mix up and mispronounce words, and how I would smile and laugh to myself when you did. I wish I could hear you call me “mama”, and say “I love you.” For now though, I will simply enjoy your smiles and hugs, and hold out hops that words will come in time, as they did with TY. May 2010