I don’t even know how to really describe it or when it happened. Of course I loved him even before he was born. And then fell in love with him again the minute he took his first breath. But then sometime after that, he stole my heart.
Maybe it was when he first said mama. Or maybe it was the first time he smiled. Or maybe, it was th first time he held my hand when he was learning to walk.
I watched him at the park the other day. He’s so curious right now at 15 months of age. And he kept turning to me as if to say “did you see that? what is that? what does that do?” And even though he would run off exploring, he would keep looking back at me to make sure I was still there.
Then when he had had enough exploring, he walked back over to me, lifted his arms up to be picked up, and then came in for a snuggle.
Boys are so precious. I secretly hope this little one turns out to be a little bit of a mama’s boy. My daughter is such a daddy’s girl, it’s only fair, right? Even if he doesn’t…every time he looks at me with those giant blue eyes I just melt.