Oh Jonah... my sweet little baby with the white hair that hurts my eyes to look at it when the sun shines on it just right because it is like a mirror... I know you love me, I do. I know by the way you dissolve into hysterics when you haven't seen me all day and I walk in the door. I know by the way you smile when I sing to you and everyone else in the room in cringing. I know by the way you rock out with me in the car like a crazy person. I know by the way you rest your head on me when you are tired. But when, oh when, will I hear your first "mama?" I've been so very patient...