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Little boys. They sure do love their mamas. This, in my opinion, is a little boy’s most endearing quality. 

Little boys are simple creatures. But they are also whirlwinds of big adventure. (Thankfully most are easily amused. You can spend an entire hour in the car keeping a little boy entertained armed with nothing but fart jokes.) 

At least once a day, while I hug my little man, it dawns on me. Someday my little boy won’t be so little. Someday he will refuse to snuggle with me. Someday his little motormouth will quiet and he’ll skulk around the house, with peach fuzz sprouting above his lip. Someday he’ll be too embarrassed to walk beside me in public.

But for now, I savor how he happily holds my hand when we cross the street. He’ll kiss me in front of his friends. For now, he wants to marry me. For now, whenever the hubby is out of town, he begs to sleep in my bed — on his daddy’s side. And I happily let him.

There is so much love in a little boy heart. How can you not find that utterly adoreable? How can you not giggle?

How can Seth’s father NOT laugh then shake his head as he jokingly refers to the boy as “young Oedipus”?

(P.S. Earlier this year, Marc’s cousin Amanda found out she had cancer. Being the dynamic rocker chick she is, she’s been trying to give this cancer a badass beatin’.  Recently she has been moved to hospice. Please keep her, her honey, her parents, sister, step-dad and step-sis in your prayers. Please join us in praying for a miracle. Or if you aren’t the praying type please send healthy, healing vibes to Amanda in Arizona. Thanks.)