Gratitudes

I am grateful for this little lad. My youngest son K.


He was our unexpected blessing, coming along when we least expected him, giving us a bit of a run for the money. We nearly lost him and we are so very glad he is still here with us.

I nursed him, and I loved it. I cherished those quiet hours, late at night, when everyone else was asleep and it was just he and I, alone in the silence.

He slept in a bassinet by my bedside and I adored the sweet little squeaky sounds he made sucking on his fingers.

He is compassionate, and empathetic. He is the first one to crawl into your lap and snuggle you when you are feeling sad. He loves deeply and grieves with his whole heart.

He misses Lucey and is probably the only one who openly talks about her. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers her, from before earth.

He has a severe youngest child complex. He expects people to take care of him, to wait on him, and pamper him. He tells people he can't do things because he's too young.

He hates that he is not a twin.

He has the most beautiful big brown eyes.

He hates that his hair is turning brown, he wants it to stay blond.

He has a sidekick named Jack, they go everywhere together, he has even been known to sneak Jack to school in his backpack.

His favorite color is Orange and if he had his say, every single thing he owned would be orange.

He has the insane belief that if you are mad at him, you must hate him, no matter how much I try to convince him otherwise.

He always laughs at my lame jokes.

He has the most darling cheesy grin.

He is abominably lazy. If he can find a way of getting out of work, he will.

He inhales his food. Sometimes I don't even think he chews it.

He is a total Momma's boy

I adore him with my whole being and I am so very glad that he's my son and I get to wake up and see him, and spend time with him, every single day.