i watched the little curls by his ears wisp around in the breeze. it confirmed my resolution not to under any circumstances, remind matt of his orders to have our boy's hair cut next week. it curls at the nape of his neck and flips up around his garrett-esque ears. it even settles itself into a perfect part halfway down his forehead. i love it. maybe that's just me, forcing him to have some remnant of his baby days. for my own soothing.
i could go on for days and days and perhaps even years telling you all the things i love about this beautiful boy and his beautiful brother. mostly i love that they are mine. for now anyways. mine to play with and laugh with and sit in the doorway with. mine to watch and enjoy. is there a sweeter calling in life than to be a mother?