I'll Eat You Up I Love You So

9:06 AM

I'm having a moment over here. I love Milo. So much. And every time he changes and grows, I love him even more. I feel more bonded to him all the time, especially as he starts to communicate more. He has opinions and feelings and the sweetest personality I ever could have imagined. He wants his shoes on, so he brings them to me. He rubs his head when he wants me to rub his head. He pulls at the door when he wants to go outside. He stands by the fridge when he wants his milk. He climbs up my feet and pulls my pants when he wants to see what I'm doing on the table. And when I carry him around on my hip, he watches everything so closely and reaches for anything he thinks he can get. He loves looking out the window. He's curious and interested and playful and everything good.

I see him play with other kids and think about what kind of little boy he will be. I hope he's nice to everyone and has friends. I hope he doesn't get picked on at school. I hope he's still a momma's boy when he's in high school. I hope that exactly zero bad things ever happen to him. Is that so much to ask? Parts of me want to just hide him in my house and be with him all day every day forever, but I know I can't do that, and I think the overly involved parent in me will have to battle it out for my self control every day.

There's something about the unconditional love I have for him and he has for me that makes my heart explode. I love that he has full trust and confidence in me. I love that he wants me. Sometimes I look at Milo and just cry because I can't quite take it, in the best way. He really is everything, and he really is perfect. Every day with that boy is complete bliss. Life is so, so good, and it's all because of him. (Trevor helps too ;)). Milo is my sweetest boy. He's all I ever wanted and all I ever need. I really don't know how I ever lived without him.
Because Milo is my wild thing. And because this sums it up just about right.

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  1. So sweet! I often have those same worries about friends/bullies etc. So far I think my kids can hold their own, I just hope they can keep that confidence. Doesn't it make you take your role as a mother soooo much more seriously to think of what rests on your shoulders? It isn't 100% on us because they will develop their own personalities differently but still...I think about it all the time and just want to bottle them up like this forever. You are doing a great job and he's such a cutie!

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