I Love Him

I love him and his blankie addiction.

I love his spider holding, brother loving, sister hugging, Mommy pleasing self.

I love his lizard eyes, broad shoulders, and barrel chest.

I love his chubby brown fingers, dirty blonde hair, and constant puckered lips.

I love his praise-song singing, chuckle laughing, and unable-to-pronounce his r's little voice.

I love his passion for anything, as long as it involves adrenaline or a mess.

I love his snuggling, which seems to defy who he is as a person.

I love his excitement.

I love his athleticism.

I love his instinctive ability to climb.

I love his morning-person attitude.

I love him.

Celebrate the middle child. I find they often get slightly overlooked and I am constantly reminding myself that he deserves every bit of my love and attention as the other two, and should never get lost in the middle.