Stop the clock...

Oh, how I love this boy. His contagious laughs, his funny little perspective on the world,...those quiet moments when I look at him and recognize all those same spots in his face I'd spent hours memorizing during those early morning feedings when he was barely born. Those all-too-fleeting dimples in his hands, those rolled-up sleeves that I know next year will be too short. Elbows on his bare knees, fresh from his nap, still missing pants... and the Oreo cookie bits in the corner of that sweet, sweet smile.