The way he smells.
His smiles while he sleeps.
The giggles when i get him form his crib in the mornings.
The way his chubby little fingers wrap around mine.
His smiles when i say silly things, him thinking i am the funniest person in the world.
The way he always opens his mouth when i'm trying to give him a kiss.
His ever changing blue eyes, sometimes so blue you can't believe they're real.
My little man, i'll try and keep writing all of these things down. Because i don't ever want to forget. When you are 5 years old and you tell me i'm the worst mommy ever, when you are a teenager, and you tell me you hate me. I'll look back at this, and remember all of these little things, and know that deep down you really do love me. Because i am your momma, and no matter how big you get you will always be my little man.
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