Perfect Love

It’s times like this—when all the world’s asleep, the house is quiet, my heart is at peace and my mind at rest and I’m literally holding one of my most precious gifts that I take the time to truly cherish his perfect love. This toddler boy of mine that simply loves and adores his Mama. This toddler boy that almost refuses to sleep unless in my arms or inches away from my tired face. A toddler boy that will one day be a man. My flaws, failings, and imperfections he does not see, can’t see. To him I am superwoman —his protector, source of nourishment, playmate, comforter and so much more that neither he nor I can effectively put into words. In his eyes I am perfection rolled and cooed into a word containing four beautiful letters that I love to hear… “Mama.”


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