It's his little dimpled smile every time he looks at me.
It's the way he says, "mama".
It's the way he cuddles his little butt up to me when he sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night.
It's the way he hold my face to give me a big kiss.
It's his little laugh.
It's the sound of his little feet running around the house.
It's the way he says, "ouchie" when he wants a kiss to make it all better.
It's the way he gets into everything he shouldn't and when I ask him what he's doing he looks at me like I'm crazy because he's totally entitled to explore cabinets.
It's the way he stills smells like a baby.
It's the little curls that form on his hair as it gets longer.
It's the sight of him in footie pajamas.
It's the way he brings me a water from the fridge that he opened all by himself.
It is everything about him.
It is him.
