Things I love about you, my baby boy

I just came downstairs from rocking you to sleep, and I can’t go to bed without writing down the thoughts in my head.

I love the way you feel in my arms, snuggled against my shoulder.

I love the way you tuck your arms under your body.

I love how your hair is straight and soft in front, but curly and a bit coarse in the back.

I love that you have no butt unless you’re crawling or curled up to sleep.

I love it when you’re done drinking your nighttime bottle and you roll over in my arms so you can cuddle me.

I love your clean baby smell.

I love how you crawl over to your womb bear whenever we put you down in your crib.

I love it how you always eat your womb bear’s nose. And the noses of all of your other stuffed animals.

I love the sound of your voice.

I love the way your face lights up.

I just love you, my Pookadoo.

Christina Gleason (976 Posts)

That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.