I didn't know what else to title this post other than just "love."
It's what I feel for Cub Scout every moment of every day.
I love my little man more than words can express. My heart aches with the love I have for him. That's such a cliche, but it's so accurate.
I think I was meant to have a little boy and I am grateful. Oh so grateful. I never would have known that I could love a son THIS MUCH.
When I was pregnant I couldn't imagine having a son. Now, I can't imagine not having one. I can't picture myself with a daughter. I love my little boy so much. I want to give him a brother.
He is the most amazing little guy. All smiles all the time. He's laid back and happy all the time (except when he has to go to sleep).
He's a joy. I relish every day I spend with him. When I lie in bed and nurse him I never want him to grow up. I know I will never again have that kind of closeness with him. He's only going to get bigger and need his mommy less and less as the years go by.
I think about how he doesn't even have a clue how much I love him. You can't know this kind of love until you have a child of your own.
This is the greatest love in the world.
