He has this deep belly laugh that transforms me into a pile of mush.
He sometimes yells out "Happy No Toes!" And we have no idea why, but we've all adopted it into our everyday conversation.
He buries his head into the bend in my neck and as I wrap my arms around him, I know life is all about moments like this.
He counts to ten...without ever mentioning the number 7. Although he does pronounce 6 as "sicky". So maybe he thinks it's okay.
Little man - you have stolen my heart. And if it's okay with you, I'll keep you forever.
Happy birthday.
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