Confessions

I hereby confess... I have an addiction.

I am addicted to my son.

Before you become a mama... you know you like the idea of children. You dream of being a mama. You even fantasize about what having a child would be like. But this is nothing compared to actually being a mama.

My son wakes up and smiles at me in the morning. He runs his fingers through my hair and says "Hi mama. Nice mama. Love mama." (Sometimes this is accompanied by a kiss and always a cuddle.) Thus every day starts on the right foot.

He never fails to amaze me. He's not even 2 years old and he can hold a conversation with adults. You might not understand every single word he says, but he knows enough to communicate his message. He also knows colors, animals, sign language, part of the alphabet, how to count to 10, and Spanish. He is literally like a sponge.

We go on walks together. You wouldn't think walks with a toddler would be much fun, but they are. He really enjoys walking with mama... and he will point out birds, rocks, vehicles, airplanes, and colors along the road home.

He loves to snuggle at night. His sweet little hands playing with my hair as he cuddles under the quilt and sits on my lap before going to sleep. Whispering "night, night, mama. Love you." before he nods off. Thus, ending every day perfectly.

It's easy to be addicted. He's easy to love.