I stroked my Little Man’s face as he woke up from nap today, looked at those beautiful eyes, long eyelashes and wiped a huge tear from that perfect, soft cheek, and wondered: “Can ANYTHING be better than making a child feel loved?”
That baby must feel so deeply and unconditionally loved. I would just die if I ever thought for one second he didn’t think that was the case. I suppose the teenage years could be filled with plenty of moments of doubt for him.
Which gives me all the more reason to enjoy the toys all over the house, the dread of potty training Elmo this, Elmo that, the unexpected tantrums, piercing squeals, the never-ending use of the word “no” and all the joys of toddlerhood.
I love that crazy kid!! J
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