*WARNING!* supper sappy “I love my son so dang much” post ahead!
Greyson Jack. He is our wild boy. The little guy screaming in the store, with the mom casually acting like that’s not her baby in the cart she’s pushing. That’s us. All of the parenting books in the world couldn’t of prepared me for his strong will. But no matter how crazy he makes us, I never stop thinking about how special he is to me. And how thankful I am that I have this beautiful baby boy to cuddle and tuck in every night. He never stays still. He loves hats. He hates pants. And apparently, the only way to get him to take a picture is with half a bag of marshmallows.
He is going to grow up so fast. Soon he will not need me to tuck him in or bribe him with marshmallows. And it might be cliche to say this, but I will miss him being this little difficult boy. The way he requires at least two cups of water by his side at bed time. How he loves to tuck in Cookie Monster and how he calls his blankey “night-night”. How he disassembles every room he enters in a matter of seconds and would rather eat food from my plate even if his has the EXACT SAME THING. All of these quirks are moments I know will mean so much when he gets older.
My super sweet silly boy, you are a fruit snack loving, race-car driving, dancing fool. And if I’m being totally honest you’re the king of this house. You have more than earned the nickname “Destructor” and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Never let the world stop being your jungle gym or needing my hugs. But even if you do, know that how much I love you will only get bigger (much like the mess you are creating while I type). Mommy loves you baby boy!!!
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