I am not sure if his teeth actually hurt or if, by now, this has simply become a form of comfort.
I rarely find him without his fingers in his mouth.
This morning, as he sat with the late-morning sunlight pouring through his curls, I felt an overwhelming urge to cry.
He was so beautiful that it seemed impossible to think of him as anything but perfect.
Although I realize that not one of us are…I sat and stared at him for a long while before I put the camera to my eye.
This messy-haired, slobbery-fingered little man was life’s meaning all wrapped up in blue footied jammies.
I wonder what I am looking for in my life when everything I could ever want is right in front of me.
My children are amazing gifts. This is all life is really about. I am thankful beyond words.