(that little bowl is full of white chocolate covered pretzels shaped like hearts)Hunter,
I love that I am still taller than you. However, I know the day is soon approaching that you will be taller than me, and I will have to look up into your eyes. But you will always be my little boy. My first born.
I love when you hold my hand. Your beautiful hands keep growing and growing. You are growing into a beautiful young girl. I can only imagine what great things those little hands will do. You are an amazing little girl.
I love your crocodile tears. Most parents complain their toddler cry with no tears (known as pitching a fit.) Not you. Often the tears start rolling down your cheeks before you make a sound. Your little tears turn mommy mode on. I love making your tears go away.