One day when Jeremy and I stopped at a park, we were walking and talking about how his days had been and he stopped and looked at me and said, "Mom, that is why I love you so much. You always took the time to listen to me, even when I didn't make any sense." There are comments like that which make me so glad I did decide to make sure he always felt he could talk to me about anything. And he did talk to me about anything that came to his mind. My son could talk more in ten minutes then I said all day sometimes. He was a talker. When he was younger sometimes I would say "next bite" at lunch time because it took him so long to eat. He was more interested in talking.

Even in his earlier years, when he talked mostly in vowels, he could put a string of words together faster than anyone I knew. When we wanted to say he wanted to go to Milwaukee Zoo he would say "aouee ooo" It wasn't until later that I understood he wasn't hearing because he had tumors in the inner ear. Where he came up with all those words I don't know because I sure didn't talk that much. Some people just must be born with all those words bottled up inside them.

I used to tell him to please be quiet for just one minute. Now, I wish I could hear him jabber on like that. He had a hard time to last one minute without talking. I bet he is still talking away up there, only now it won't be about Harley's, trucks, or flashing red and blue lights, it will be all about the honor and glory of God. Ah to hear that sweet voice again.