The Purest Form of Love.

As I look at my beautiful, handsome, boy, sometimes I think God gave him to me to experience what the purest form of love was. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and my daughter with everything I have but it's the way my son loves me, so unconditionally, and shows me in all kinds of ways, in his own way. It's the way he looks at me and cocks that half-smile, or grabs my face when I'm close and kisses (in his own way) my cheek, all full of slobber, and does it several times and then lays his head on my shoulder or just looks at me and smiles again. It's the way he's so happy to see me, even when I've stepped away for a moment and return, he turns his head to the side and offers me a sweet smile, which makes me think he's saying, “There's my mama. Hi mama. I love you.” I know if Noah could say “I love you,” his words would sound and be just as sweet as how he just naturally shows it.  
I am honored and proud to be your mom Noah. Sometimes I don't think I deserve you, but you make me want to be a better mom, wife, friend, and all-around good person. It's because of the way you naturally make others smile, just by being you, little man. Just in one short year, you've shown me what the purest form of love is and I hope that continues as you grow because it makes you so truly special. I love seeing you so happy and full of joy. Full of laughter. Full of curiosity. You are my perfect little man. I just love being in the moment with you. You are my son. I love you Noah and thank you God for giving him to me, to be your mama.