I’ve only seen a couple pictures of my husband as a baby, and only ONE of him as a child. So, when my mother in law gave me this picture today, I freaked out at the cuteness and I started crying. CRYING! And I still cry everytime I look at it.
I CAN NOT STAND HOW CUTE HE IS IN THAT PICTURE.
I can’t stop crying because of how damn cute he was and how cute he still is and how I can’t believe someone that damn cute grew up and fell in love with ME.
NO WONDER OUR KIDS ARE SO DAMN CUTE! LOOK AT THAT FACE.
I can’t explain what I feel when I look at that picture. It’s like, everytime I look at it, I get all crazy inside and say things like “Oh my God! That little boy grew up to be the father of my children!!”
When I look at it, I see a little bit of Andrew, a whole lot of Ethan and I see GABBY’S MOUTH!
That little girl right there used to dream of the man she’d marry and of the beautiful children that man would give her and of how happy those children would make the two of them and how they’d grow old together and watch their grandchildren play on their front porch while they sat in their porch swing holding their little, fragile old hands… And OH MY GOD, that cute little boy right there is that man!
Why in the hell is that one little picture of my Little Beaner turning me into a giant, emotional CHEESE FACTORY?
Why is it making me want to run to him when I see him and kiss him all over and tell him that I love him so much that it hurts because OH MY GOD HE WAS THE CUTEST LITTLE BOY I’VE EVER SEEN BESIDES THE TWO THAT CAME OUT OF MY VAGINA!?
I have no idea, but man, he’s not going to know what hit him when he walks through that door because I’m going to jump on him, wrap my legs around him, kiss him all over and tell him that I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to be married to THE CUTEST MAN IN THE WORLD.