Last week my sweet baby Rush was trying to wake me up one morning…he was jabbering, hitting my face, and rolling all over me. After many failed attempts, he grabs my face with both hands and I hear, "Mama! Wuv you." My heart absolutely melted. My sweet, precious sixteen month old told me he loved me…and it was unprovoked.
Sometimes he'll stop nursing, look up at me, and then lean in and give me the biggest, sweetest, milk kiss. He makes me so very happy, and I do not know what I ever did without him. His daddy says that he's a mama's boy. And he's absolutely right.