Tuesday, January 17, 2012


I love his feet.  I always have. 
I love that even though I know through his words and  his actions that he is growing up...his feet still give me a glimpse of the baby he once was. 
I thanked him tonight for being such a big helper today.  He sleepily responded, "I love being your helper, Mom.".  All I can say is, "I love being your Mom, Ryder.".