The boy who made me “Momma.”

Hard to believe he’s about to turn 18 months old already! 

There is no sweeter sound to my ears than his laughter, his baby babble, and his sweet voice saying “momma! Momma!”

I love watching him grow up. 

I love taking him to the park and to the store. I love how he says “hi” and “bye bye” to everyone we pass. I love how he pats his knees to the beat and smiles when his favorite songs come on in the car. 

I love how he tries so hard to communicate. He knows so many words already and it seems like he learns a new one almost every day. Watching him learn to talk has been my favorite. 

I love how he screams “YAYYYYY” and claps wildly for any sport – golf, softball, hockey – doesn’t matter. 

I LOVE his smile. His whole face smiles. He is one of the happiest people I know and it is nearly impossible to be in a bad mood around him. 

I love when we are walking and we come to a set of stairs or a curb and he holds his hand out and says “help?”

I love everything about him and I love that God chose me to be his Momma.