The first thing I felt when I saw you for the first time, Carter, was that you were an old soul.  I don't know exactly what it was, but I just knew that you had a special something about you.  You had the same energy as my Grandpa Brylinski.  In fact, I felt like I was looking into Grandpa's eyes when I looked into yours.  You were calm and quiet, just like Grandpa always was, and you had a certain twinkle in your eye that told me that you thought the world around you was pretty stinking funny.  It's amazing to me that a mother knows these things about her child at all, let alone within the first minutes after his birth.  You are now nearly 5 and you still remind all of us of him.  You love to dance and are extremely good at it.  Grandpa was a professional roller skater and loved ballroom dancing in his later years.  You play so quietly that I hardly know you're there sometimes.  Grandpa was quiet like that too.  You don't speak as much as some, but when you do, you have something important to say.  Grandpa was exactly the same way!  You make silly jokes and Grandpa was notorious for telling ridiculous jokes that made people groan.  When you are sick or hurt, you rarely complain or cry.  You seem to have an extremely high tolerance for pain, just like Grandpa. The likenesses are uncanny.  I like to think that you have Grandpa's soul.  Perhaps that's why I call you Angel.

P.S.  I wonder if you'll like to eat lemons too.  Only time will tell...