Just Because...
In the morning when I scoop him out of his crib and cover his soft warm face with kisses, he says "MaaMaa" in a slow, dreamy, sweet 18 month old voice like there is no other person he would rather see. As we snuggle in the recliner first thing in the morning, he puts one arm around my stomach and buries his head into my chest. I kiss his fuzzy blond head good morning and tell him how much I love him. Soon after, he asks "Dadda?" Sitting in his high chair, he smiles as he knows his breakfast is coming. When I forget to give him a spoon, he'll point his little finger at the drawer, look at me with a smile and say "poon?" He wants to play all day. He wants to play tickle and chase and peek-a-boo and read book after book. He'll grab a book in each hand and run towards me full throttle. We head to the recliner and he can't climb into my lap fast enough. I ask if he wants me to cover him with a blanket and he emphatically shakes his