In case you were wondering, I DO love being your mom.
I love our senseless chats and our morning breakfasts together…even when you throw your oatmeal all over my brand new Gucci nightgown that I bought at an attempt to feel normal while staying at home with you. Because nothing says normal like being covered in oatmeal. thanks.
I love your enthusiasm for life and your never-ending curiosity. Like yesterday, you saw a ladybug in the backyard and you were so excited! Then, curiosity set in and while I went to check on your little brother, you ate it. How precious.
I love the sound of your voice and the silly faces you make….even your “cheesy smile” that looks like you have had a Botox treatment and a big shot of Novocaine all at the same time.