Five and a half months into it.
I swear he's puked more than one thousand times thus far.
He's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Ever.
He makes me crazy. Like, really crazy.
And he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Mostly.
What's the big idea with Mother's day anyways?
Why did I want to spend it by myself?
Instead, I spent it being a Mother...to the most curious, beautiful, heavy, shrieking, smiley, soft, cuddly, precious little baby boy.
He melts my heart. He's buried my soul deep within him.
My energy flows into him, easily.
I'm captured.
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