Love the face

I am so ridiculously in love with this little boy. No matter how tough a day may seem, just looking at his face makes it all seem worth it. How can I stay mad at a face so precious as that? How do I keep myself from melting or giving in to all his demands?

I never knew that motherhood was this emotional, with this overwhelming feeling of love, this enormous amount of love that makes you feel complete. Even though I have never even heard him say "I love you" somehow I know and feel that he does. This is true love in the simplest yet complex form.