Ever since Ezra recovered from his last bout of illness, he's been a completely different kid. He smiles and laughs ALL THE TIME, whereas before, cranky McCrankerton pretty much ruled the roost on a daily basis. He's suddenly sweet and snuggly, where he'd never been 'that kind of kid' before.
Even as an infant he was more prone to contemplative blank stares and furrowed brows. You know, ALL SERIOUS ABOUT THE BUSINESS OF BEING A BABY and whatnot. It still shocks me when I get around really happy babies. (like our precious neighbor in the pictures below.) Ezra has never been a smiley, laughy kid. It doesn't mean he's not a happy kid, it just means he shows his love and affection in different ways. Like when he would graciously allow me to sit next to him on the couch. (As long as no part of my body was touching HIS COUCH CUSHION, of course.) Turns me into goo just thinking about it.
He is suddenly interested in talking more, and has actually been attempting to repeat words back to me when I ask him to. Before, when I'd ask him to try and say something, he'd look right through me and refuse to make eye contact with me. This was, um,
I'm so excited to see him blossoming like this. It has seriously been like I've felt all this pressure and weight lifting off of me the last few days... weight that I didn't even know was there.
He waves. He giggles. He wants me to snuggle with him until he falls asleep at naptime.
And I'm falling in love all over again.
When Ezra was born, I was downright shocked (and terrified) to discover that this whole motherhood thing hadn't instantly released the magical 'floodgates of love' inside of me.
Over the past two years I have been pleasantly surprised, however, to discover that this motherly love has been less like a violent tidal wave, and more like a clear mountain lake... one that I can dive into over
and over again.