Jordy

Every time I see him, the world seems brighter.  He loves life.  And life seems to dance around him with fun, happiness, and joy.  Don't get me wrong.  He gets torqued up about stuff at times.  He's not always Mr. Jolly Ho-ho.  He's not all that thrilled with losing races, but he never stays down long.  Pops right back up and sets his sights on another day, another ride.  He can aggravate the fire out of his teachers (and his mom), with his laid-back attitude.  Rules are like rubber-bands to him--always flexible.  He's prone to be less serious about things others count most serious, and more serious about the things others count least serious.  He loves to win, but loves to ride most.  He likes the easy way out, but doesn't give up simply because life is hard.  Jordy has that intangible goodness and mercy within him that pours out and hugs my heart without saying a single word.  He likes my cookies--well, anything I make that's sweet, unless it has nuts.  Sometimes when he comes over, I offer him things and he says, "Nah, I'm good."  That just means he's fine and doesn't need me to pamper him with stuff, but he loves it when I offer, just the same.  He makes me smile.  He makes me laugh.  He makes me giggle.  His presence erases years from my mind, and makes youth feel tangible again.  He doesn't have to do a thing to make me proud of him.  His smile sucks the brains right out of my head.  I'd do anything I could for him.  He owns a huge part of my heart.  He knows it, and I am glad he does.  selahV