He was fifteen days old on his first Christmas. We took him everywhere - my mother-in-law's house, my father-in-law's house, my aunt's house and my mother's house - all in one day. The only time he fussed was when he was hungry and even then, he wasn't a screaming baby. My point here is that he's never been one to complain.
He makes my heart swell.
He makes me smile.
He has a kind heart, but he's not a pushover.
To this day, when I get home, I know I can count on a hug from him. I understand him because he's so much like me. He even argues like me....that's worrisome. He also has my temper....that's worrisome too. But he's a good boy. Only now......
He's not a boy anymore. He's a young man. He makes his mom very proud and I love him dearly. I can't even begin to express how much he's enriched my life and made me a better person for being a part of it. He teaches me something new about myself, and this life, everyday.
Now please excuse me. There's a box of tissue around here somewhere and I need to find it *sniff* because that loud noise you hear is my heart shattering into a million little pieces.