I love that he is a good eater, as if you couldn't tell.
I love that he is a fighter, has been from the very beginning.
I love that no matter how bad of day I am having, he can always bring a smile to my face.
I love that he flashes a grin when he gets something he wants, he knows he has us all wrapped right around that itty bitty pinky finger.
I love that he plugs his fingers in his ears when he is taking a dump. I guess this helps equalize the pressure...?
I love his scars, they remind me of how far he has come.
I love his laugh, how could you not?
I love the look of determination he gets when he is trying to learn something new, he never gives up.
I love our cuddle time, it's the best part of my day.
Honestly, I love everything about my little man. So sweet it is to be the mother of such a remarkable work of God.