I am in love.
In love with this boy.
His smile. Those perfect lips. His long, straight lashes. That vanilla skin. The sparkle in his deep, dark eyes. His sweet giggle. His funny hair-styles that are birthed from days spent sweating in the tropics. The chubby little fingers that can often be found intertwined in miniature guitar strings these days.
I love that he loves music and comes alive when he’s given a guitar or a drum or a little piano. I love that he can’t hear music over the radio or on the stereo or on television without stopping whatever he’s doing and dancing… or just waving his little hand in the air as he gets his groove on.
I love that when he’s dancing–or jamming–he glances at me with a glimmer in his eye to make sure that I’m watching, approving, admiring.
I love that he is not only my boy but he is the son of my husband – my beloved, the man of my dreams, my Gift From Heaven.
I love that he is a part of me, that he is from me, that he represents the best of me.
I love that he is a part of us, that he is from us, that he represents the best of us.
I love that God trusts us enough, believes in us enough, to let us care for and shape such a precious being.
I love that he’s taught me how to be a mom.
I love that he’s teaching me how to love more, believe in myself more, and enjoy the small things in life more.
I love that he’s paved the way for our Newest Joy to enter the world and grow my belly–and our hearts–even more than we’ve already known.
I love that his guitar was a gift from my parents and that he sits in his “big boy chair” – a gift from Ryan’s parents. Four more of the extra special people in my life.
Yes, I love this photo–and all that it contains–for so many reasons.
In love, I am.
Dear friends, there is so much to love… I’ve only skimmed the surface here with this photo and its description. What are you in love with at the moment?
adriel booker | the mommyhood memos | 2011
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