Dimples, dimples, dimples
He's an easy laugh
His smile
That blonde hair
He has an opinion about nearly everything
The way he loves his sissy
How he can turn anything into something to throw
"Mom, you hear me? you hear me Mom? MOM YOU HEAR ME?"
"I have an idea.."
"What are we doing today?"
His love of music and books
The way he runs, twisting his body
The games he plays for attention
His little fits he has when he gets upset
The way he holds his blankie up to his mouth and sucks on his tongue
When he sings at the top of his lungs in a public place
Snuggling with him befor bed
Happy Birthday my sweet angel. I love you with all my heart.
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