Seriously, he gets cuter everyday.
Even when he is cranky and wanting dear old Thomas before the golden hour of 400 pm, he is beyond words and comprehension adorable. Those moments when he utters something new or hilarious are to previous to be taken for granted.
Those stolen moments when I sneak into his room and tuck in pure innocence make me realize what a good life I am giving him.
Those soft snores, and the warmth of his chubby cheeks and soft arms gives me the determination and dedication to spend even more time in his life so he can stay innocent and adventurous.
The sweet and oft slobbery kisses I get when playing "eye-spy" somehow invigorate my soul. Playing "ready-set-go" and running endlessly around our kitchen and living room gives me minimal exercise but real belly laughs and a smile that makes my cheeks hurt.
It is amazing, and I hope every mom I know feels this way. We may disagree on schedules, books, nutrition, socks, and the use of bibs and burp cloths but there is something so undeniably unearthly in the relationship between mother and child.
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