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?"
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