My sweet bop, b-bop, turned three. I think that officially no longer makes him my baby. He still his my little buddy though.
I am glad I have him to cuddle with in the morning and watch cooking shows together.
I am glad he enjoys scrubbing along beside me as I clean the house.
I am glad he puts his arms up to me and pleads, “Hold You.”
I am glad he loves to sit in my lap and read books with me.
I am glad he loves to methodically kiss every feature on my face.
I am glad that he holds doors open for me and says, “Thank you sir,” as I pass through.
I am glad that he loves routines and every time I take his clothes off to change, I kiss his belly, and he says, “You love it?” and I say, “Yep,I kiss it because I love it,” and then I give it another kiss and say, “I kiss it twice cause I love it lots.”
I am glad he is a lefty like his daddy.
I am glad he is a blondie like his mommy.
I am forever glad he is my son.