My boy

Our bond was immediate.

We looked at each other and it was love.

Nothing more pure.

Nothing more precious.

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I can still feel the way your warm, heavy, body felt in my arms.

I can smell your sweet, fuzzy hair, as I lay my cheek against your head.

I can remember how you would wrap your chubby, little, dimpled hand around my finger and lay your head against my chest.

You looked at me and I would melt.

I still do.

Your big, blue eyes pierce through me.
Your smile makes me smile.
You still fit in my lap.
I am so thankful.
You are still my little boy.
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But, how can it be?
How can you be three?
My baby boy.
Still, so much my baby.
But growing every day.
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You are spirited.
You are funny, and kind, and silly.
You are a quick to forgive,
and always willing to snuggle.
You are my baby boy.
And always will be.
I am so thankful there is a day to celebrate wonderful you.
Happy birthday, my darling boy.
I am so proud of you.
I love you.