When I ask him, "How much do I love you?" His response is, "Too much." (I think he means "So much" because that's what I tell him, but his "s's" aren't the great right now.) Anyway, his answer always makes me smile. Even when he wipes every single kiss off his face, I laugh and don't take offense. I can't even imagine loving him too much, but holy shit I love this kid! I especially love when he does or says something and then follows up with, "I make you happy!" What 2 1/2 year old says that?! He always wants me to be happy and knows when I'm not (which is not often). He is so in tuned to me that it's kind of freaky.
I remember when my friends or my sister had their first kid, they told me how much they immediately loved their babies. I never understood that. I remember them telling me a few weeks later how they've never loved anyone like they love their child. I couldn't wrap my head around that. But as soon as Sidekick was put in my arms, I loved him. It was that simple. I just plain loved him. As he grows into this amazing little boy, I love him more each day. I love the person he has become, and I can see that he is going to be a loving, caring, funny, outgoing, smart man (the kind I wish I could find!). He is perfect in every way (minus the two year old moments he has). He is better than I could have ever hoped and imagined he would be.
So, as we approach Christmas with just the two of us celebrating together, I am reminded of how blessed I am. Without him, who would I be now? Where would I be now? In just 2 1/2 short years, my world has been turned upside down in the most positive, amazing way I could ever imagine. Who knew that a little human being weighing 9 pounds 8 ounces who could do absolutely nothing on his own but pee and poop could do that to someone?
And for a little chuckle, here are a few pics "with" Santa. This one was at a members only night at a children's museum: