This Boy

He is 22 days shy of 3 and seems to get sweeter and sweeter by the day.

He notices things. My hair. My freshly painted toe nails. His sister's favorite color on almost anything. Daddy's 'spot' on his face that is "Fofo's spot."

(That is his nickname Kevin gave him...weird story.)

He is a sharer. This morning he offered one of his 3 Silly Bands to his sister (who has a bazillion) because it was pink and "she loves pink."

He is a toucher. He will lay in bed with me in the morning and rub my face or arm. When we watch TV, he will reach over and hold my hand or lay his hand on my arm. When I hold him, he will lay his head on my shoulder and play with the back of my hair.

When listening to the radio, he will hear a man singing and say, "That's my Daddy's song!"

Or when the radio guy talks about Jesus, he will exclaim, "That's my Daddy's Jesus!"

He still loves his pacie...soooo loves his pacie.

(Dreading taking it away...but fear the day is near.)

His blankie is a close second. He drags it around with him most of the day. Loves to have it by his head in the car.

Trains and monster trucks and cars are his third companions. Each day someone new is his special toy and it goes everywhere with him. He sleeps with one every night.

Not sure how it is possible, but I love him a little more everyday.

Every day, he does something that makes me want to kiss his face over and over and over again.

He is such a sweet boy.