His little legs

It’s his little legs that get me every time. The smallness of his proportions. His blondie bear hair. His pout and his grin. The way he says ‘bye’ to me, and tries to say ‘one, two, three.’ It’s noticing he has banana in his hair from his breakfast. It’s his miniscule feet.

It’s just all of him, really. I am so crazy in love with this kid.