No doubt, Cooper is his own young man. His own big personality, gifts, sense of humor, talents and quirks. But there are moments when it seems as if Steve is whispering in his ear. Sometimes he flashes a facial expression that makes me catch my breath or laugh uncontrollably.
This morning, as we were getting ready to leave for church, I asked Cooper and Katie to check all the doors and to love on Margie a little. Maybe give her a scratch on the head.
A minute later, as we were walking out the door, Cooper reported, "Margie's head has been thoroughly scratched."
Steve's words, inflection and tone -- right out of Cooper's mouth.
About 25 minutes later, I was attempting to take our weekly photo on Steve's bench at church.
Some Sundays I get a good photo in four or five tries. Others, well, it's more like 40 or 50. The sun is too sunny or someone's hair is too ticklish or someone is slouching while the other is twisting.
Today, Cooper's arm was placed around Katie in a way that made her uncomfortable. So I asked Cooper to move his arm behind her but not around her.
All sorts of Steve-style goofiness broke out.
Can you see his awkwardly bent left arm and hand?
Pure Steve Damm.
I eventually captured this, the "good" photo, though I'm a big fan of the others, too.