The boy isn't all that expressive with his emotions; he's never particularly liked to be touched (unless its on his terms) nor has he ever been very generous with his hugs and kisses. Much to our parental delight, that started to change recently. The boy began to verbally express his feelings. I remember the first time, It was morning and he'd been playing in his room for about 20 minutes. The moment I opened his bedroom door he ran to me, gave me a huge hug and exclaimed that he was 'so happy'.
In that moment, my heart melted and continues to melt, each and every time he tells me that he's so happy.
For the hubs and I, those two words are practically an addiction, like crack for parents. Every time we open his bedroom door we silently hope that the onslaught of love from our little man is there waiting for us. Of course its not, because if it was, it would become commonplace far too fast.
Despite our efforts, those two words will not be tricked or coerced out of him, we simply must wait for his moments of joy and revel in the love that our little man chooses to share with us.
When he's so happy, its infectious, we are too.
Despite our efforts, those two words will not be tricked or coerced out of him, we simply must wait for his moments of joy and revel in the love that our little man chooses to share with us.
When he's so happy, its infectious, we are too.
