But these emotions, all this love I feel for him, it just flows out of me. He walks by me and I have to squeeze him. He asks me for milk (Munt, pees?) and I have to smile. He’s got my love, no matter what.
He pushes all my buttons. He’s mischievous and snarky and sometimes he makes me so mad.
But this love. All this love just keeps on flowing.
I could write ten thousand posts about the love I have for this boy named Jack.
I love the way he walks up to me and says, “I yuv you too!” when he wakes up in the morning.
I love how tall and skinny he’s getting – his pants are roomy around the waist but too short for his long legs.
I love the way his cheeks get so rosy when he’s wrestling around with his daddy.
I love, love, love. Love him.