Hi my Beloved Grandson, It's Sunday evening and as usual I'm thinking of you. I clearly remember the day you were born. Marisa your tia was so happy when you were delivered on her 15th birthday. I remember your Daddy pushing you down the hospital corridor and he was dressed like the Michelin man all in white. It has hard to believe that my son, now had his own son to look after. I also remember Marisa and I with our noses pressed to the nursery window, we just couldn't take out eyes off of you. You were to cutest thing ever! I could hardly wait to get my hands on you and hold you close to me. What a beautiful baby you were and you got cuter by the day. I miss and love you so very much.... Love you bunches and bunches, Nana