This little boy…
Loves strawberries. He loves hummus and he loves ketchup, though thankfully not all together.
He loves to be outside, running through the grass with bare feet. His platinum, gossamer wisps of hair sparkle in the sunlight. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever, ever seen.
He is fearless with dogs and with danger in all forms, which does not a carefree momma make.
He says “Daddy” as clear as if he was 6, but his “Momma”s he holds back, playing hard to get till my heart might just burst from needing to hear it so badly.
He dances to Beyonce, and to the Elmo song on his sesame street mp3 player without preference.
He laughs hysterically at the jellyfish in Finding Nemo. Every. Single. Time.
He hugs his friends when he gets to school in the morning and yells “uh oh!” and runs in the other direction when I come to pick him up.
He is sweeter than a bowl of sugar drenched in syrup, covered in marshmallows and he is mine.
He is the love of my life.