The thing is I adore the way you gently pet the kitty,
the way you waddle around and pivot like the toddler you've become,
the way you clap your hands,
the way you announce, "hot" with suprising accuracy,
the way you bounce up and down when I pick you up from daycare,
the way you explore with forever more curiosity,
the way you find joy in "helping" with laundry,
the way you dance to the music of life,
the way you smile,
the way you cry,
the way you love,
the thing is, my dear son, I just adore you.
I love you, my Liam. Thank you for the honor of choosing me as your mother. Forever my light, sweet boy of mine.
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March 01, 2009
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amazing that he's one! i think he looks like your dad.
Posted by: Katiecl | March 02, 2009 at 11:15 AM
Beautiful picture, Liza, beautiful words.
Posted by: BOBBIE | March 02, 2009 at 12:23 PM