Narrative Essay Of Jacob Essay

Roger Strodtman
English Comp 1: Narrative Essay
Professor Figg
September 16, 2009
Jacob
On May 8, 1983, I met an angel.   His name was Jacob, a perfect name for an angel, and he was my brand new nephew.   His arrival was quite unusual for that of an angel…he was born just like a regular baby!   My sister Julie’s firstborn, Jacob, came to earth eyes wide open.   Not the usual sort of squinty eyed baby struggling to focus on anything, no, Jacob was looking right at you as though he’d been using his eyes for years.   He had a full head of very dark brown hair to match his equally dark and beautiful brown eyes.   To say he was cute was like saying, “the Grand Canyon is neat!”   No, Jacob was no ordinary baby!
The first thing any moderately attentive person who has ever been around a newborn baby would notice is that there was virtually no fussing.   He was as quiet as a snowflake falling from the sky, in fact, you might not even notice him at all if weren’t for the cooing and wriggling around on his blanky.  
As Jacob grew, his mannerisms became more and more noticeable.   He wasn’t frightened to be passed off to other people like most babies.   Jacob would just look at this new person and smile as if he were being reunited with a long lost friend.   He had this way about him of saying without words, “I’m not a normal baby your holding.   I know what’s going on and I’m not scared…I love new people.”   As Jacob’s motor skills improved he would do the strangest little things.   He would lean in and wrap his arms around your neck and give you this sweet little hug with his head resting on your shoulder.   One might think this was an involuntary reaction to being picked up and wanting to feel secure, but it was not.   Jacob was saying, “I love you and want you to know it.”   Another thing little Jacob would do, at least to me, was put his hands on my cheeks and look directly into my...