Another quick story. No pictures.
I want to remember when Jax is being a crazy, lunatic toddler monster, that when he was about sixteen months old, he gave me my first kiss on a boo boo. Granted, he is the one who inflicted the boo boo on me, but I will selectively forget that and remember that when I said, "Ouch! Mommy has a boo boo," he came over and kissed my forehead where he hit me with the strainer. What a sweet little guy he is. I want to remember that when he is being not-so-sweet. He loves his Mommy (and everyone else) no matter what.
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