Those beautiful, brown eyes that remind me so much of your Daddy. Those beautiful, brown eyes that are filled with warmth, and humour, and honesty...just like your Daddy's.
And when you smile your goofy smile at me, with your four teeth....ohhhh, that smile....you know it melts my heart. And it melts the heart of any girl or woman in the vicinity. You're a heartbreaker in the making...
That head full of unruly curls is cute-as-pie now, but I know you will hate it when you're a teenager. Just remember that 'curls get the girls', honey ;-) You know all the old ladies who stop to talk to us while we are out walking...? They wish their perms were as perfect as your curls, trust me :-)
I always thought you were going to be the quiet child, my zen baby. How wrong was I! But I love that you are boisterous, and engaging, and cheeky, and intelligent, and oh-so-boyish. And your determination is like nothing I have ever seen...except perhaps in your Daddy...
So whilst my body will never be the same for having had you, neither will my heart...because YOU are my heart, walking around on two delightfully wonky little legs.
Happy birthday, my baby boy.
I love you now and forever...
-xxxooo-
