” I love it when he can’t stop talking about the Vikings”
Sometimes I’m absolutely overwhelmed.
Grab a tissue.
Sometimes I’m absolutely overwhelmed with love.
I’m not joking. This is unlike any other post I’ve ever made…because today, I’m overwhelmed.
I love that he’s funny and doesn’t ‘get’ metaphors.
I love that everything is planned.
I love that he’s so accountable.
I love that he really doesn’t care what other people think.
I love it that when he sees me after a couple days away he greets me with his ginormous wingspan…just waiting to engulf his ‘little mama’ in a hug.
I love it that he still loves (and chooses) the movies he watched as a child.
I love it that he continues to read the Wimpy Kid book series…over and over and over again.
I love it that when we talk he won’t make eye contact and then there is a 2-second period that he will look directly at me. That…
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