"Someday, he'll be a big-time movie star or a fifth-grade English teacher.
Someday, he'll marry, have a few kids. Maybe he won't.
Someday, he'll change the world as we know it.
Or maybe he'll travel, send postcards from China, phone you from Paris.
Someday, he's going to be a big, strong man able to carry you in his arms.
One day, he'll have his own hopes and dreams, not knowing that once upon a quiet time, you closed your eyes and made a wish to one day have him in your life."
*a poem on a card we received when Grant was born