I adore this boy.
He is the best parts of me.
Tender and sweet to his sister.
Thoughtful and generous with his time.
Endearing and sweet and loves doling out hugs.
Inquisitive and interested in the world around him.
He is the worst parts of me.
Obstinate and full of sass.
Impulsive, often speaking before thinking.
At the young age of six, he has already mastered the eye roll of a 15 year old girl.
Easily bored and doesn’t know how to relax.
His badgering is wearing, not to mention exhausting.
He’s learned how to tell white lies and loves to cheat at Chess.
My love for this child has no beginning and no end.
Look at him.