I love this boy with all my heart.
He has more personality than I thought was possible for such a little peanut.
He started laughing like he knew some secret joke practically from birth... and it has brought more joy and laughter into my life than I could ever have hoped for.
He is a snuggler, a nestler, and knows just which crook of my neck to rest his head in.
He just turned two.
And if I think about it too long my heart gets a little achy and my eyes get a little teary.
But then he'll do something, say something, crack himself up... and everything is just as it should be.
I am smitten with this kid... I might be in trouble.
George, you're still my baby. Sorry, it's just the way it's gonna be.
I'll love you forever, you little punk.