I can still see the baby in your eyes. The little face that would burrow and snuggle into the soft curve of my neck.
I still see the the black, downy hair and sweet infant smile glimmering just behind the man child you are becoming.
It's at moments like this I forget your pre-adolescent angsts. Your moments of absolute frustration as you begin the struggle between man and boy; often I am just a casualty of that inner war.
Stolen moments where snuggles are still ok and "Mommy" replaces "Mom".
My little Angel in the morning, how I love your sweet baby face.
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Kal had this to say:
I love to watch them when they're sleeping... The look like little angels.
..and then they wake up...
ugh.- 1:08 PM, July 05, 2006
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carmilevy had this to say:
He'll look back at this when he's older and realize what a wonderful Mom he has.
This is absolutely beautiful.- 6:40 AM, July 09, 2006
