mush bucket

I have to say, for some reason the last couple of days I have been feeling a little mushy when it comes to my little man.  I sometimes stare at him in awe.  I think of how my life was before he was here and how it has changed.  I get so excited for him when he learns something new, and my heart melts while I watch him sleep.  How can something be so perfect?  And how did I get so lucky?