The Little Things

Right now I am laying on the floor of Campbell's room next to his bed.

My arms are shoved under said bed & my face is smooshed against it so that he won't see the glow of my phone. 

I am patiently waiting for him to fall asleep. 

If I don't play on my phone while I wait, I fall asleep.

This white noise machine works better on me than him lately :)

We've been in here for almost 30 minutes already... pretty typical.

Annnnyway... The point of this is for my memory.

I hope to never forget his perfectly small, soft, warm hands patting my back.

Checking for a reaction. 

Maybe I'll let him out of bed to watch "Ninnie & Dadee" one more time?

No reaction.

So his sweet little lips smooch my cheek. 

He pats my back some more & softly rubs my shoulder.

He whispers "oh, Momma" & it takes all my will power to not scoop him up & give him the worlds biggest bear hug.
I can hear how much he loves me in his voice.

In true ball bag fashion... warm tears fill my eyes.

Man, I love this boy!

More every day.

How is that even possible?!

You always hear about the unconditional love parents have for their kids

but what really overwhelms me is the way Cam loves me.

More tears.

It's true, pure & easy.

He knows no different.

I am his safe place.

A kiss or a laugh from me & everything is fine again.

Being a mom is the best.
Being his mom is the best. 

Even his sweet little snoring is the best.