This boy. Sigh. He has my whole heart.
This age right now, this very minute, is the best age for a little boy. Five going on six, with the sweetest personality on earth. He still needs hugs and kisses from his mama, and lots of cuddles and love. He rests his head on my shoulder and sighs when I tuck him in at night. He rubs my back when he knows it is sore, and covers my legs with a blanket to make sure I am warm. He calls his sister, “Issy”, which is short for Sissy (and short for sister.) He says, “pizzghetti and meatballs”, and messes up about a thousand other words, (which I find adorable.) He finds all the dinosaur books at the library and checks them out each week. (He calls himself a dinosaur expert.) He combs his hair after a shower so he can look “spiky and smooth,” and runs buck naked down the hallway shaking his bum at us. Bathroom words make him giggle.
You know, I was sad once, for about 24 hours when I found out I was having a boy. I was scared of the unknown and thought, mistakenly, that I could only mother girls.
I was wrong.
This boy, he has stolen my heart and given me love that cannot come from anyone else but him. His brown eyes and heart shaped face are everything good in this world, and my hope for him is that he always stays as loving and nurturing and affectionate as he is now.
This boy has been MY BOY for exactly six years now, and I could not imagine a world without him in it. I hope he knows how adored he is, and how so thankful I am that he is everything I never knew I needed (and more.)
Happy birthday TODAY to my youngest angel baby, Brady Alexander. Mama loves you to the moon.