Can't take enough pictures. Wish I could bottle some of this and save it for later.
Or just freeze him in time. So in love with this boy. So blessed to be a mom.
I tell the kids not to worry. I felt this way about them too.
I love them all to bursting, just like all moms do.
Sometimes it is hard not to be partial to the kids that don't talk back.
I told Rebecca I'm a little sad she's getting older. I said she will shortly be a teenager and then she will temporarily lose her mind and act like her older siblings. I just thought before she became insane and not recognizable to me I wanted her to know how much I love her. She says that won't happen to her.
Can I get that in writing?