...with my son. I remember when Ada was about 5 months old, Monica posted something similar. At the time, I was going through the throes of colic and having a hard time making it through the day without losing it. Sure, I still loved him then. But, now it's just different. Now he has his own little personality, his own adorable smile, his own precious cackle.
Jace is not a terribly easy baby. He's really strong willed and fiesty. But, I have learned to appreciate his spunk. John and I can't even spell "laid back" so it's no surprise that Jace isn't exactly doing baby yoga.
I've just been feeling so overwhelmed with love for this little boy in the past few months. He has the biggest smile on his face when he wakes up each morning. Even when he's fighting sleep and screeching and crying, he's still the love of my life and I am learning to just smile at him and kiss him as he blows out my eardrums. I am so grateful for my son and cherish every moment with him.