I love the way he nuzzles into my neck. I
love the way his body gets heavier when he falls asleep, like
dead weight. I love the way he opens his mouth when he’s really
hungry – so big – and turns his head back and forth, like he’s
not sure where the boob is coming from but if he turns back and
forth hard and fast enough he’ll find it – and he always does.
I love the way he arches his back and sticks out his butt when
I pick him up. I love the way he falls asleep while nursing,
and smiles sweetly when I pull away. I love the way he flails
his little arms and legs when he’s crying. I love the way he
collapes into my arms when I pick him up for cuddles. I love
the way he gets so happy and full of smiles when I lay him on
the changing table. I love the way he gazes at me when he’s
nursing – such big, sweet eyes staring up at me. I love they
way his hands kneed into me when he’s tired. I love the way he
yawns so big. I love the way he makes me feel so loved when
he’s known me for such a short time. I love him.