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Love You Forever

One of my most favorite things about my precious little boy is his love for affection. He constantly requests to be held and when I pick him up he lays his head on my shoulder and sucks his thumb with a sigh of contentment. It's like he is saying, "All is right with the world. I'm in my mommy's arms." He also does it with his daddy, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. He is especially infatuated with his Grandpa Kevin these days. As soon as he sees him he says "Papa" and scrambles out of my arms into his. I usually can't tell who is happier when this happens, Benjamin or Grandpa. :)

Tonight, while I was folding laundry on the living room floor, he toddled over to me, dragging his blankie and carefully navigating the sorted stacks of clothing. He stopped a few paces in front of me, turned around, and begin backing up until he landed in my lap. He pulled the blanket over him, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and lounged against me with his head on my left arm. He remained in this position until the last shirt was folded and then he looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, reached up, and gave me two kisses-one on the lips and one eskimo kiss on the nose. I absolutely melted. The best part was is that I didn't ask for any of it. Rather, he offered me these sweet tokens of affection all on his own. I am such a blessed mommy.

As I get a little misty-eyed while reliving that precious moment, I am reminded of that beloved children's book that all mother's cry at. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be." No truer words could ever be spoken.

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