That Fabulous Face.
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So last night I was watching tv in bed with the boy. There is something about his face. The freckles, the chub, the soft roundness to his eyes. I.LOVE.THAT.FACE. "A face only a mother could love." is so full of truth. Not that my son isn't handsome- he is. Do people on the street stop and stare in awe of his beauty? No. But I do. Last night, I said, "Can I just tell you something?" Without looking up he replied, "Yes, mom, I know you love me and my face." Me: "Do I really say it that often?" Him: "Mom, 59 times a day is a lot. How about 20?"