His soft little breaths warm my soul,
The huge smile he gives when I walk in the room,
His little eyes that glisten with love,
His precious squeal when he’s happy.
Nothing compares to being called “Mama.”
Nor does feeling his little head rest on my shoulder as he sleeps in my arms.
For every moment I am grateful.
For every kiss, hug, hair tug or dirtied outfit.
I saw him in my dreams and now he’s here in my arms.
Oh how sweet life can be.
Katie Thompson 
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