I'll Eat You Up I Love You So9:06 AM
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.