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.".
We Three Smiths + 1
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