Being your mama never, ever gets old sweet boy.
Sometimes you climb up next to me on the couch at the end of the day and ask to hold my hand. And after a few minutes of pouring into your book or watching the show on television (tonight that would be The Little Rascals) you lean in toward me and tell me “love you”.
I used to think you were repeating the words you so often hear from us, but I’m starting to believe you know what those words mean. You use them perfectly.
I don’t know how life was ever normal without you in the picture. It’s like you’ve always been a part of my world, but of course that’s impossible.
You do a hundred crazy and amazing things in a day. I feel privileged to get to watch you grow up, teach you words, and hopefully in a few weeks start sign language classes with Aunt Esther together. You will rock that too, the way you have colors, shapes and just about anything else I try to teach you.
You are incredible.
And I hope you know just how much God filed our lives with love the night you were born.