Little man. I adore you. Completely and utterly adore you. I love your brown eyes. I love the little brown uni-brow that peeks out sometimes. I love your blond, blond hair. I love your surfer tan all year round.
I love that you are safety conscious. You will remind me if you aren't buckled in your car seat or high chair. "Mama, buckle me," you'll say. You even buckle the highchair when no one is in it. And doll strollers.
I love that you give me the double "thumbs up" sign. It's really too cute. Especially with that heart-melting smile of yours.
I love your little OCD-ness. You go around shutting all the cabinet doors in the kitchen, and any doors around the house that are open. You even close the dishwasher while I'm in the middle of doing dishes. Sometimes you do just the opposite and you open all the cabinets. When I ask you to shut them, you run around happily doing it.
As we drive down the road, you'll say, "choo-choo, Mama," and "cow, Mama." You love animals. And trains. And motorcycles. And airplanes. And helicopters. And trucks. And cars. You're all boy.
Your first real sentence was "Mama, can I have more banana, please?" My heart broke. It didn't even sound like you. But, I gave you more banana and praised you on using your manners. (And I almost cried.)
Sawyer, I will love you throughout eternity. You will always be my little man. And, most of all, I'm so happy you're here. I'm so happy you're here.