A Year of Gratitude #69: Hugs and Kisses
I can vividly remember when Gus was first born, maybe three or four weeks old, and looking at him and doing everything I could to get him to smile at me. I remember thinking, "How awesome is it going to be when he can smile back at me?!?" Sure enough, I remember the first time he did smile at me. It made me cry.
Gus is going to be 22 months tomorrow... and it's still incredible to me that he's not a wee little baby anymore. I'm not sure where that teeny-tiny little guy went, but he's definitely growing into a boy with a mind of his own.
Gus loves to laugh and dance. He likes to clap and have you clap for/with him. He will say, "Whooo hooo" after you've clapped or even better, he'll applaud you and say, "Whooo hooo" after you've sung him a song. If that doesn't boost your ego, I don't know what will!
I'm thankful that I have a son who is so caring and compassionate. He REALLY cares about others and is very empathetic. If someone is crying, he gets upset too and makes a frowny face. He doesn't like to see others hurting.
I absolutely adore asking Gus for a hug or a kiss and he reaches out his little arms for the hug, or puckers up for a kiss. It's the sweetest thing in the entire world. I'm so thankful that I have a child. I've wanted to be a mom my whole life, and went through a period of time when it didn't seem like I'd ever be anyone's mom. I'm so thankful that God brought Gus into my life and allows me to get hugs and kisses from the sweetest little boy in the whole wide world.