My son Tajee is six years old. He is known for his Obama-esque stride , his very beautiful afro curls, and his laugh. He can also dance really well and loves school. The other day he got a certificate for reading from his school. I was so proud of him. He can't fully verbalize all the stories in his head, yet but he will. During reading time, he gets so engulfed in the characters and illustrations. It's been a challenge for me to not interrupt him while he is creating his own plot. After reading a story to him numerous times, my cheeks hurt from laughing when he already has a sentence ready to roll off his tongue. I remember when had was about 2 years old he had a story called " Causit Causit". He repeated this two word phrase for a full five minutes, but the inflections in his voice and his hand gestures made the story so funny. Anyone who knew Tajee tried to get him to tell the story to them. Boy, did he love that attention! Some would say the odds are stacked against him. He is in fact a young, brown boy with an extra 21rst chromosome. I know people tend to have low expectations of him, particularly because of his diagnosis and the assumptions that come along with that. But then you meet him, and he starts his conversations with the sweetest smile or a grumpy hhrrumph (sound it out it's exactly as Taj would say it). If you are open to him and positive you will meet an amazing little boy who will talk you to death, or until he gets bored- whichever comes first. My son is the love of my life. The day he was born, my entire life changed. But this story is not about me it is about the greatness of what his life can and will be. Tajee is great to me because his smile reintroduces me to what love is. If only you should be so lucky to meet him!