I love when his eyes twinkle.

And they do that a lot. I completely melt inside. I love it. When he sees something cool that he hasn't seen before his eyes start to twinkle and he says "Woah" or "Wow" in this quiet, mesmerized kind of voice. It's completely endearing and I love it more than I can tell you. I become a big pile of mush inside. It's amazing. It's just that look of joy and newness in his eyes and I can't even look at anything else. My son is amazing. Completely amazing. He is sweet. I want you to know that so much. I love rocking his sweet little self to sleep. I love snuggling with him. I love when he lays his head on my chest and I know I'm his mama and he loves me. I love when he runs to me and climbes on my lap or runs into my arms for an embrace. I love that he lets me kiss his perfect little lips about a million times a day. I love stroking his hair. I love his soft little feet. I love that child. Unfortunately love is just not a big enough word for him and I.