There's something special about being a mom. When Hunter is happy my world is wonderful. When he smiles there's nothing more beautiful in the world. I try to think of him like a little person to help me figure out his quirks. He tells me what he needs, it's just in code. And I love him so much that deciphering that code so I can make him happy is of the utmost importance. But he's not fussy for no reason, he's not colicky, and he doesn't cry a lot. So when he's talking to me he really is trying to talk to me the only way he can.
Maybe all of this sounds dumb, but I'm completely smitten.