Saturday, March 26, 2016


He is full of magic and gold.  He tells me "You're special to me.  I'm special to you."  He doesn't want hugs ans kisses during the day but at night he's a sugar boy.  One tome I was blowing my nose and he said "I'm proud of me watching you use a tissue."  He speaks with a tentative monotone and sings like a bird.  I love my little boy.  He grants me wishes every day.