Where did my baby go?
Who thought it would be okay to replace him with this sassy, opinionated young man?
I just wish I could take each moment of his life and package it somehow. Just when I think he’s going to drive me over the edge, he looks at me and says, “I love you, Mommy” and I forgive him for hitting me or cussing or crapping his underwear or spilling his milk.
Life is pretty amazing right now and it’s mostly b/c we get to say our prayers with this dude each night and Thank God for toys and friends and Hannah’s booty and funny things like that.