The other day I was looking through my pictures and stumbled upon this shot of Ammon.
It isn't the cutest picture in the world, but when I saw it,
My heart just swelled with the overwhelming love I have for this little boy.
He had come out of the kitchen, where he was making brownies with his dad.
Brownies that were being made in my behalf.
He knows that I think he's adorable when he's a big mess.
One classic picture I have of him in the past is when he was not even quite two years old
and smeared himself with peanut butter.
It was his first attempt ever to make himself his very own sandwich.
He was such an independent guy so early in life.
Another picture of him that I love was dubbed
"Applesauce Monster"
He knows that I think he was adorable as a three year old
who somehow managed to get applesauce everywhere BUT inside his mouth.
Or so it seemed.
And so he came, pleased as punch to show me his brownie mess.
He started to sing a song and do a dance just to enhance the effect of his appearance.
And I see this picture now.
My dancing, singing, messy boy.
With a lose tooth that he spent an entire day clawing out hoping for aother visit from the toothfairy.
But ultimately waited a full week before that visit came.
And I see the skinned elbow and think of how he loves to ride his bike and run and play.
I see the light and joy and love that shines in his eyes.
And know that in that particular moment, he looked like that for me.
I feel so blessed to know this boy.
The moments are fleeting - he grows so fast.
And the love I have felt for him throughout these years
Has grown and been enriched and is still every bit as tender as it was
Before I became a mom.
When I waited in anticipation
For this sweet baby to come and change my life.
Before I knew I was pregnant, Andy gave me a priesthood blessing.
He said that I was going to have a son:
A very special child.
And I did.
That is such a sweet post. Thanks for sharing it. It is an adorable picture.
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