
Most of the time I am going fast and don't always notice the sweetness about him that I love. Something about the way he looked up when he was talking reminded me.
It was his eyes.
I went back to this.



I told him how much he loved his mama.
He was such a mama's boy.
And I loved it so much.
He said to me,
"Mom, when I was little, I loved three things.
My binkie.
My blankie.
And my mama."

His mama loved him so much too.