I love...- when you come climb into bed with me in the morning and put one hand on each side of my face and just "rest" with me. Because you, unlike your older brother know how to "rest".
- the way you say "yap" for "yes"
- "my nurt" for my turn.
- and the way you show up at the door with an upside down onion. freshly pulled from the garden. 5 times a day.
I laugh..
- at the way you look after "cleaning" the baking counter for me.
- at the way you look riding on the floor of the zero turn mower in between my legs, head flopping around as I make my "zero" turns... if this doesn't give you brain damage...
- when after being placed on the couch for a time out you called out in your quiet little voice; "Sowee Mommy". Your first time saying it, and without prompting. Be still my beating heart.
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