This time last year I was preparing for our second son's arrival. Questions raced through my head all day; what would he look like, would he have the same crazy hair as our first son, would he be independent or a momma's boy, would he be a sleeper... Dear God, please let him be a sleeper! Waiting for answers was the worst part. And then he was here. All 8 pounds 6 ounces of him. White as can be, nearly bald but for the blonde fuzz that stuck to his head. Nothing like our first son, Michael. No, but in his own way Jacob was perfect.