Love

I continue to fall more in love with Alexander every day. When he was newborn, I loved him of course. But it was more like loving your right hand - he was still so much almost a part of me that it's not quite the same kind of thing as loving another creature. But he's begun exploring his personality, and every time a new aspect of it unfolds, I find something new to fall in love with.

I love his little laugh of delight when he figures out he can do something new. I love the fact that one of his favorite places to play is on the changing table, even if it does make the actual changing part a bit difficult. I love the looks of amazement he gets when watching his mobile while in his baby swing, as if he's watching a miracle unfold. I love his little evil overlord laugh that gets going when he starts crying too hard, and his pouting lower lip when he's just starting to get upset. I love the look of concentration he gets when he's about to fill his diaper, the feel of his arm around my neck when he's settling down and getting sleepy, and the squeals of delight when he's happy.

And I'm blown away when I think about the fact that this is just the begining, that we have months and years ahead of us filled with new developments, new personality quirks, and that with each new unfolding of his personality there will be another reason for me to fall in love with him all over again.