But instead of getting all mushy here, I'd like to say:
+ I love that he's "read" 69 books in his first six months of life.
+ I love that he prefers to hold these books and turn the pages himself - and has been doing so for months! Board books? Nah. He likes the paper pages - and doesn't crumple them!
+ I love that I walk into his room some mornings and he either grins up at me, or is busy "reading" a fabric book he keeps in his bed.
+ I love that sometimes he gets so excited when he sees me, he either hides his face in delight before peeking again, squeals, or flails his limbs. If I'm lucky, it's a combination of all three.
+ I love that he still sometimes just wants to be cuddled, and melts perfectly into my arms and rests his head just so against my neck.
+ I love that he seems to know when his daddy and I are staying up late, and will wake up and want to hang out
+ I love that we're still going strong with breastfeeding, six loooooong months in!
+ I love that he's such a charmer, winning over all of our family (but of course), friends, and any woman who lays eyes on him.
+ I love that he already has such a big personality, and I get to see him grow into it every day.