He doesn’t have to say a word, and yet strangers often approach him to strike up conversations. (If he’s in the mood, he obliges.) We’ve met many nice people this way.
He talked early and has never stopped, except to sing. He uses spoken language skillfully and possesses more social intelligence than we’ll ever have. Gestures flow effortlessly—a flirtatious tilt of the head, a finger raised in emphasis, a slight frown to indicate thoughtfulness.
He came from us, but he’s nothing like us. He’s funnier. More extroverted. Better at sports.
Spencer, you delight and mystify us. We love it both ways. Happy Birthday!
Birthday Smoke