Beautiful Boy

I'm so proud of my boy.  My courageous tiny tot.  He's gone through it all with me.  It's surely been a lot.  Daycare at 12 weeks old; never once complaining.  Doesn't matter if it's sunny, cloudy, snowing, or raining.  He had to learn fast; the boundaries to help me stay sane.  Learn them he did and I'm learning the same.  We sing happy tunes; dance and read a lot.  I have such a smart tiny tot. He looks to me for reassurance during the long journey requiring massive endurance.  Reassure him, I surely do. And you know what's so sweet? When I do, he always says "thank you." He's not perfect, but then again, neither am I. It's the precious moment of putting him to bed.  When he wraps his arms around my neck and whispers "I love you, Mommy" and lets out a sigh. Yes.  I think I must be doing something right.