So while Lu watched Dora and in between painting nails and reading books, I went through pictures on my computer looking for 5 that show my baby boy growing up. I could send in a hundred or more. But I get 5. 5 pictures that show off my precious boy. The one who made me a mother. I remember that first mother's day when I was pregnant with him. I had NO IDEA what I was getting into. I had no idea how much I would love him.
He challenges me every day. I have a friend who calls him "the Master Negotiator" and boy is he ever! He knows just how to push every button I have and even those I didn't know I had. He knows how to cut those eyes at me and make my blood boil! He knows just when I need one of his perfect hugs. While is sister is quick to rush through things nonchalantly, he takes his time and soaks things in. He's my thinker. Often worrying over tiny things. I see myself in his creativeness, his determination, his stubborness. I hear my voice in his sarcasm and in his offkey singing. I see his daddy in his kindness and his care with all things small.
















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