It’s that little smile he gives JUST me.
It’s that little hand that grasps mine, and leads me to whatever it is he wants. He knows he can count on and depend on me to help him with anything. I’m his voice. And although he is nearly two years old, he knows that.
It’s the way he runs and greets me even if it’s only been five minutes since he’s seen me last. The loving smile. That bear hug he gives to me when he tightly wraps his arms around my neck and rests his cheek alongside mine.
It’s understanding exactly what he’s saying to me, even if it is completely in baby talk. Having those conversations with him, shows him I understand.
It’s when he plops himself on my lap [like he literally JUST did], lays down and looks up at me with those big brown eyes of his. His eyes show such expression. They smile even. He grabs my hand, and places it on his cheek. I melt. Every. Single. Time.
It’s watching him place his head on my shoulder, and drift off into a peaceful slumber. Watching his little eyelids flutter, and seeing a smile on his face, while he nuzzles into me.
I’m his Momma. And, he knows it.