Love struck me in May of 2007. It struck me in the form of a little, teeny, tiny baby boy. He had skinny arms and legs, and his very first word was "ma-ma". Spoken not two minutes after he was born. My mom heard it too, so I know it wasn't just my imagination.
He has ten tiny toes, one of them in the hammer style of my grandpa and sister. Wide hands and big feet. Big grin, with seven teeth. He gives me kisses when he first wakes up in the morning. He loves his mama so much. I didn't know that having a baby would make you feel love like never before, joy like nothing else in the world. I've never been a happy person before. My son makes me happy. Amazing, really.
Now he's a year old, and he has chubby legs and feet. His arms look like they're developing muscles already. He toddles around happily, chasing cats or the dog. He's my favorite person in the whole world.
