i love . . .

being a mom, mama, and mommy;
to hear my baby sing his abc's;
to hear him count "one, two, free, fur, fife, tin";
to watch him run back and forth down the hallway, on tiptoe;
to see his excitement when "daddy's home!";
that anytime i want something i have to catch him first;
that he needs a book read to him every 10 minutes;
that he changes the subject whenever he's been caught getting into mischief;
that he has to sit on my lap if i'm playing the piano;
that i can't talk on the phone without him talking louder;
to watch luke melt whenever his little boy gives him a smile;
that he loves bananas tho i can't hardly even stand the smell of them;
to agree with him that he really did see a backhoe or tractor or truck;
his big brown eyes and thick chubby feet;
that he says "bye-bye poopoo" as it gets flushed;
the look he gives me when he doesn't want me to know what he's been doing;
to smell him after his bath;
that most of his problems can be solved with a tickle, a hug, or a kiss;
that he doesn't want me to stop hugging him or singing to him and put him to bed;
that he will always be my baby and i will be his mom no matter how big he gets.