I love the way he rolls over runs his fingers through my hair and whispers sweetly, 'I love you.' He isn't just saying the words he thinks I want to hear, he means from his heart. I love to watch him waking up in the mornings, all snuggly and cuddly and then the words, "I'm hungry"

He has had a pretty rough life at such a young age, but it doesn't show. He is resting now, all snug in the bed, waiting for me to come rub his back and play with his hair. Blake is the most amazing kid I know. I bet you could never tell that great tragedy has entered his life. He talks about with a smile and rarely cries. He has found what few truly do, and that is the Peace of God beyond understanding. He knows that one day, he'll get to heaven and everything will be all right. But in the mean time he is enjoying life.