FoH’s cutting teeth. His {upper} morals are coming in.

The result has been our happy go lucky boy with a high fever and irritability. I sure am glad we can’t remember the whole teething process. Can’t imagine it’s fun.

Tonight when I went to put him down, he snuggled up next to me in protest. My heart did that little leap as I stretched out beside him, my arms around his tiny little body.

I layed there with my eyes closed and my nose buried in his neck. I listened as he quietly talked. Babbling on and on and suddenly I heard a soft, mama. Followed by more mamas which turned into mams which became very clear moms.

I hugged him a little tighter, bringing him closer in beside me. I savored every single minute of us together. Just being a mother with her son. Wondering if there is anything in this world that can top moments of love like these?

Thank you, FoH. I experience more varying degrees of love than I ever imagined possible. All because of you, my greatest creation.