To know him is to love him.
He’s innately good and he was born that way.
He’s kind and thoughtful. Like the time his kindergarten teacher wrote, “He has a good attitude toward others; wants to please and do the right thing and is bothered if others do not.”
He’s compassionate. Like the time when he took blankets off his own bed and gave them to people in the neighborhood who had been negatively impacted by a snowstorm.
He’s generous. Like the time when, at seven years old, he took money from his bank, went to a neighbor’s garage sale, and bought his mother a letter opener and a cookbook.
He’s patient. Like when he slowly, without apparent annoyance, repeats what he has already explained. His kindergarten teacher described this as “good self-control.”
He’s positive. When people around him find fault with something or someone, he finds something to say that expands the perspective so others can see the person or situation in another light.
He’s disciplined. He decides on a goal and, without falter, takes the steps to achieve it. His kindergarten teacher wrote, “He is very conscientious about his work—tries hard to do well, and completes what is expected, and enjoys doing it! He’s very well-disciplined—but also enjoys just being a boy sometimes.”
He’s optimistic. Like when his best efforts in pursuing a goal appear to fail, he perseveres, looking for the rainbow.
He’s responsible. Like when he got his first job at age 12 and has not been without a job from that point on.
He’s confident. Like how he never seems to doubt his abilities. His kindergarten teacher wrote, “He seems pleased and happy about himself, school, and others.”
He’s courageous. Like the times when he has been selected as the spokesperson for a group and takes the role regardless of the possible consequences.
He’s fair. Like the times when during a discussion he often asks, “Is that fair?”
He’s funny. Like the many times he makes those around him laugh out loud even when the situation is what might be described as “dark” and “not funny.”
He’s curious. Like when he finds just about everything interesting and, judging from his behavior, in need of further study and work.
He’s self-possessed. Like when he seems to be walking too leisurely and never wears a watch, yet always gets to where he intends and on time.
I like being in his presence because there is a lightness of being around him.
I like seeing him live his life unstintingly, stretching it out to experience and enjoy every inch of it.
He is the light of my world. The joy of my life.
He is our son, Danton.
Yes, that’s Danny. Beautiful sounds just like my nephew.