I love my son.
I love him in a way I never knew was possible.
I never knew the joy of watching someone discover something for the first time.
I've never seen little eyes light up, and thought, I helped create those eyes!
I never thought I'd love anyone this much.
When I was little, I LOVED cats.
But cats didn't really love me.
They didn't love the constant kisses, and petting, and snuggling, and being practically squeezed to death with love.
Owen does.
He LOVES love.
He's definitely a lover.
I can kiss him and cuddle him and squeeze him half out of breath, and he just smiles.
And loves me back.

I hope with all my heart that Owen will always love me.
I'm afraid of his growing up.
I remember how hateful I was when I was a teenager.
I dread those days for Owen.
I hope he still loves me then, I hope he understands the things he never did.

I look at him, watch him grow, and I think, What a blessing. What a gift, this little Angel.
He is my whole life. I would take a bullet, dive off a cliff, blow myself up if I had to, to protect him.
I can't imagine my life without this little boy.
He warms my heart.
Sometimes I dread the dirty diapers, or the nights when he won't sleep.
Sometimes I don't feel like putting him in the high chair, don't want to deal with the mess.

But then he smiles. That huge, mommy-lips, toothless grin of his.
And all the annoyance, or the reluctance, just melts away.

And I know Mother's Day is supposed to be for the Mom's.
But what about the kids? Without them, we wouldn't even be Moms.
I love my son.
Forever, and ever, and ever.