His cuteness overwhelms me. Sleepily starting down the stairs, blankie and tag in hand, hair sticking up and cheeks an impossibly rosy red, he stops to grin at me. "I have a very special surprise for you Mommy!" My special surprise? Kisses. Kisses from the sweetest little three year-old on the planet. Oh, how he makes my heart happy.
Driving home from dinner at my grandparents the other night, L took my hand. "During dinner, I was looking at you across the table and thinking how you are even prettier now than when I married you." Stupid, wonderful man.
I think I shall keep them both forever.