I guess it's time I confessed.
I'm in love. My heart has been stolen and I'm head over heels. All the clichés apply.
His name is Liam and he is a dashing little gent who has swept me completely off my feet.
Ok, so there's a bit of an age difference, I'll admit. But never you mind, I'm convinced this 15 -month-old is the one for me. He only has to take my face in his hands and kiss me and I swoon.
Just this morning at around 6:30 he nuzzled next to me as I slumbered, curved his little back against my belly, and snuggled happily until 9:00 a.m. When he finally drifted awake, he sat up next to me all chicken hair and blinking eyes and matter-of-factly declared,"Apple pie." Which I believe was not as much a request for breakfast as a statement of his philosophy for the day. The sun is shining, we've had a good night's sleep, therefore, apple pie.
Who wouldn't fall in love with a fellow who thinks like that?