My Sweet 'Baby' is ONE AND A HALF (!)

I cried today. While I was tidying up after you went to bed, I picked up the craft you made at the babysitter's today. It was your handprints in blue paint and a Mother's day poem glued to the page. I read the poem, felt my eyes begin to water, tried to hold back the deluge, but failed miserably. Daddy caught me, and appropriately made fun. These, my sweet boy, are your parents.
WE LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH.
xoxo
Mama