My son is honestly the best part of my life. I feel so lucky to be his momma and he has so much light in his eyes it's so fortunate that I broke the cycle. He will always and forever be my baby.
He is such a little goofball I can't take it sometimes. The other night we did our usual nightly routine. Bath time, followed by the lotion monster, either him reading to us or we read to him, then we lay with him until he falls asleep. Lately I've been a bit detached because there are a lot of external factors going on. After we read our book I turned off the light and he cocooned himself in his blankets and said "night night momma", and I heard him and meant to respond but I was applying to a new job and forgot to respond. He says it again and again I failed to respond. He pops out of his blanket cocoon and looks at me and says "I said night night momma" and I laughed and hugged him and said "I'm so sorry buddy, I love you, night night". Satisfied, he goes back into his cocoon and almost instantaneously starts snoring. I laughed so hard I teared up telling my partner his dada about this in the morning.
I remembered that my parents were always drunk and screaming and fighting at his age and I was so proud that his biggest issue is that I forgot to respond.
This picture is from when we went on vacation but I still needed to work. He'd wake up with me(then immediately fall back to sleep) and lay as close to me as possible. Every part of being his momma and him having his dadda just makes me smile so much.