October 7th, 2008.
He crawls into my lap silently. His body is so warm. He grins at me, and I can tell that he's tired. It doesn't matter. His smile is like fire. It contains so much energy. It constantly holds the threat of burning something down. And it spreads. He says something and giggles. I smile at him, even though I can't understand what he's saying. His "baby" is in his mouth, resting right between his chubby cheeks. I love it when he sits with me. When he shows me he loves me, only because he does. One of his little hands is resting on my leg. The other is on my shoulder. He has his arm around me. Even though he is so small, he makes me feel safe. He's my big boy. But he's my baby. I love him more than anything.
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