He forgives quickly.
He has the tenderest of hearts.
He rubs my arm and says, "I love you so much Momma." And he does.
He doesn't let me forget that just because he's the oldest doesn't mean he's a grown up.
He has bad days and still finds time to squeeze in laughter.
He loves to wrestle with daddy, tickle his brother and jump on my back.
He melts hearts.
He brings smiles.
He never misses an opportunity to introduce himself to someone new.
He's a brave leader.
He wants to learn how to cook and read.
He loves trains.
He loves his family.
He likes to pretend he's Buzz Lightyear but doesn't like to be called Buzz Lightyear.
He goes with the flow.
He's always been near to my heart, even before he existed.