The oldest of Grace’s children was probably the cutest kid I have ever seen.
Like I said, his hair was red. But, it curled just a little bit. And his eyes glowed with merriment and happiness and sometimes mischief. Give him a green top hat and you’ve got yourself the cutest Leprechaun ever!
He was the first peace maker. He was everyone’s friend and everyone’s comforter. He had the ability to get between me and Jack and steer us in some kind of direction, so we would make a decision.
(So, who was the real leader, I wonder?)
He never met a person he didn’t like. Everyone was worth knowing, and he was awed by everyone he met.
He asked question, after question, after question. And he was always learning. Always making something. Frequently he'd come to you and say, "I need a paper plate, a rubber band, pipe cleaner, a propeller, and green paint." And he was always digging a hole to China.
The greatest thing he ever made was pure joy. Spend one minute with him and he made you feel good about yourself. Loved. Liked.
And apparently he had dreamy eyes and a killer smile. Wendy thought he was drop dead gorgeous! She wrote him her first love note in the first grade.
And, of course, he was ever so sweet to her.
So, he shall be called Gorgeous. (Georgie, for short.)
Inside and out, he always was and still is.