My little best friend

I have had a sick baby AND a sick husband this past week. And let me tell you, neither have been fun! I have been feeling pretty overwhelmed lately with everything going on, and let's just say: I am thankful for MANY things, but I am definitely thankful for the weekend! 
My little best friend has been sick since Monday, with a roller coaster high fever. Not really any other symptoms, unless you could irritability, which is uncharacteristic of him. I really don't like when he is sick, as I am sure that most other parents would agree. But he has been very lovey, and I do like that.

I love when he crawls into my lap and just wants to be loved on, and/or love on me. I am definitely glowing in the fact that he is all about Mommy, and I am dreading for the day when that changes. I love our talks, I love making him laugh, and I love that I am the one he wants to tuck him in at night. I love that he loves books, and wants to look at the stars. I love that he loves bubbles and playing outside. I love the fact that he is my mini me, but is definitely all boy. I love the look in his eyes when he tells me about his friends, and his day. I love the fact that he loves going to his school, and that he really loves his teachers. I love that he is so loving, and is always the first one there when I need a hug or a kiss.

I know that these things will change, especially as he gets older. But I find comfort in them, and I hope that some aspect of them always remains.