There was a second, however, where he was quiet. I looked back to see him smiling to himself. In that second, I looked at my little boy who, no matter how much I didn't want to believe it, was growing up. I had one of those moments where I couldn't believe how big my Little Guy was getting to be. He is his own little person. He has his own little quirks, habits, sense of humor, favorite foods, phrases, bedtime routine and thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking to himself as he smiled. I'm willing to bet it had something to do with thinking about the ice cream he was soon going to devour.
My heart was full as I thought about how much I love my little buddy. He is tender hearted, always concerned about me and others around him. He is stubborn, my husband claims this comes from me. He is independent, we have officially entered the "I do it!" stage. He is hilarious, he's always trying to find a way to make us laugh. He is loving, gives us hugs and kisses out of the blue and replies "love you too" before bed every night. He is adorable. Those blue eyes, that button nose, the squishy cheeks and protruding teeth get me every time.
He is such a blessing to me and has helped me through days when I wasn't sure if I could deal with the pain of losing Michael. He is always there with a big smile and his blocks or crayons asking if I want to play. He gives me hugs when he thinks I need one. He distracts me from feeling sorry for myself and reminds me of just how blessed I am.
I love my Little Guy and am so grateful for him in my life.