my only son

I love having a son. After having two girls. I am in love with my son.
I love his breath, even after having a whopping 6 teeth, his breath still smells like a baby. Perfect.
I love how he comunicates. If body language really is like 90% of communication, he has got all 90% down pat. Its that pesky 10% of speech he has yet to conquer.
I love his drunken laughing, when he is so happy that he's beyond happy. like when he is in the bathtub late at night with bubbles. he just laughs and laughs and laughs.
I love that fact that, when eating at the table, he holds his utensil with his right hand, patting the food with it and atemping to pick it up, all the while knowing that it is just practice and he will eventually pick the food up with his left hand to eat.
I love that he loves to stand on his stool in the kitchen and watch everything i do.
I love that if you offer him two choices of food, he will choose the bigger one.
I love the little grunting man noises he makes, and has made since ever since i can remember.
I love that he is sensitive, though it would be hard not to be in this house. his sensitive dad is always kissing him, and taking off his shirt so that thier bare skin can touch, like when he was a newborn. he also has two older sisters to nurture him, and teach him how to swaddle baby dolls.
I love those big brown eyes, and wispy baby curls.
and how his smile seems to disable gravity, and i am suddenly in a much better place.

I love my son.