His hair is way too long, but I don't have the heart to cut it. I love it when he shakes that beautiful, beach bum blonde hair like surfer coming out of the water. I love the cleft in his chin that matches Ben's. I love his piercing blue eyes. I love the dimple he gets high on his cheek when he is really happy. I love his sweet voice practicing new sounds and silly voices. I love his very rare "Momma" and his much more frequent "Dada". I love his giggle, his sweet nature, and the sight of his chubby fingers nearly always clutching a car or truck. I even love the way he always kicks his left foot over his body when he's having a tantrum.
I am so proud of my precious boy. He may not have many words yet, but he makes sure his voice is heard. He may not be walking yet, but his determined head-down-full-speed-ahead crawl gets him anywhere he wants to be. He may not be able to tell a joke yet, but his sense of humor is evident when he giggles and puts his sock on his head.
And his joy? It's contagious. You'd be hard pressed to find a happier boy. And you certainly won't find a Momma more in love.
