The Best Years of Our Lives

I just got done tucking in this sweet little boy after one of the best evenings in recent memory. Thomas was crawling as fast as he could, grunting, giggling and having so much fun that he was working up a sweat. Right along side him, I was giggling and just bursting with joy. This little boy has so much life in him. He is just the most precious and sweet little thing in the entire world. The feelings of complete happiness that come from watching your little one experience joy cannot really be expressed or compared to anything else in the world. After playing and wearing ourselves out, Thomas sat in my lap and I read him his favorite book. Curious George's What Do You See, to be exact. Its a cute little book with mirrors. We read the book and I caught a few little smiles in the mirrors. Those smiles are especially cute right now because he has the cutest little vampire fangs. (His canine teeth only on the top!) Then we got ready for bed and he just let me cuddle him and rock him to sleep after nursing. That has to be the most precious thing in the world, holding a sleeping child. So much innocence. Looking down at my sleeping babe I realized that these are the best years of my life. I couldn't ask for anything better. Even on the days when I get clawed, bit, peed on, puked on, pooed on, screamed at and my hair pulled out, they are still the best. The hardest but the best. I sure love that little boy.