I love the way his hair swirls on his forehead.
I love the way his lashes sweep against his cheeks when he's sleeping.
I love his sweet smile - with those two pearly whites on the bottom.
I love his giggles.
I love the way he gazes into my eyes when I sing to him.
I love how he reaches his little hand out to touch my face when I'm whispering him secrets.
I love how he laughs when I tickle him. (He is so insanely ticklish!!)
I love hearing him say "mama" when he needs me.
I love the way he puts his fingers through his blanket, pulls it over his head and rolls onto his side when he's ready for sleep.
I love how obsessed he is with his daddy. (It is so funny to watch.)
I love sneaking him downstairs with me early in the morning and just "talking". (We have GREAT conversations in the early morning hours.)
I love how he opens his little mouth in a perfect o...just like a baby bird...when it's time to eat.
I love watching him "watch" his brothers. (He is so smitten with them.)
I love how smart he is....communicating with us in so many funny ways. (Like clearing his throat when he's thirsty. :)
I love his sweet, insanely amazing smell. Sometimes I take his blanket and just inhale that baby scent. *heaven*
I love how he remembers all of our games. He knows what will happen next and squeals with delight.
I love cuddling with him, kissing his amazingly soft cheeks and peach fuzz hair.
I love that he lets me. :)
I love how patient and sweet his is...so very sweet.
I love, love, love, love this little boy. This list could go on forever. He has changed our lives in the most beautiful ways possible.
To sum it all up? I just love being his mother.