I love my little guy. And I gather he loves me. It's really amazing whenever he reaches out to touch my face or spontaneously jumps into my arms to hug me. He whispers sweet nothings too. So cute. Melts my heart.
A couple of recent quotes, and proof of his undying (cough) love for his momma:
"Mommy, when I grow up and be a big man, let's you and me get married."
"Mommy, J may be my princess, but you'll always be my queen." (Yeah, let's talk about that when you're 15.) (J is his new girlfriend at daycare, btw)
"You are the beautiful woman on earth." (I'm deciding he meant to include "most" in there.)
Sigh. You see why I love him?