February 14, 2005 - happy valentine's day -
Mama loves Everett, for lots of reasons.
I love Everett because he wakes up in the middle of the night and says, "I looove you, mama" in a matter-of fact voice and then snuggles up for sleep.
I love Everett because, when I take a shower while he's playing in his room, he always remembers to close the door when he comes in the bathroom to check on me.
I love how Everett says, "you're beein siwwy!" when he squeezes my cheeks to make my mouth purse.
I love how Everett laughs when he gives me "rabbit kisses" (my version of "Eskimo kisses")
I love that Everett outruns everyone on the playground, inviting others to chase him with giggles and mock-frightened screams.
I love Everett's focus, how he "trains" himself for future athletic greatness with the seriousness befitting an Olympic-class athlete as he somersaults around the room.
I love how Everett hugs me so tight it hurts to say, "I love you!" and then giggles and says, "no kisses!" when I kiss him in response.
I love the way Everett tucks his feet between my legs when he's tired and wants to snuggle.
I love how much Everett loves his baby brother Truman, how he tells him he loves him and hugs my tummy, how he tries to involve Truman in his games and television shows.
I love his blonde curls, and how he wipes them out of his face with frustration.
There are so many other things I love about Everett. I love his sweetness and sensitivity, I love how he says "beee-a-ful" and "THANK you!" and "so, so pretty." I love how much he loves his trains, how he knows them apart by their faces, how he exclaims so excitedly on everything we see whether it's a spider or a cloud or a rainstorm. I love sharing my life with such an exuberant being. I love how he always keeps me running when I want to sit still. I love how much he's in love with the world, and how much I'm in love with him.
