The day I’ve waited for has finally arrived.
After our morning bottle (10 ounces! Holy cow!) and morning cuddle in bed, G sat up,
burped belched, then looked straight into my eyes.
“Momma.” he said with a smile, and gave me a big hug.
Good thing he doesn’t know many words yet. If he’d asked for a shiny red convertible, I would’ve found a way to get it for him.
Then, he crawled over to Jesse’s side of the bed (he’d just left for work 20 minutes earlier), and said, “Dadda?” and looked over at me, confused.
So cute. My heart is still re-solidifying.