So, there's this boy.
He's 11 years old, he wears his hair long, loves classic rock, cats, and soccer, and he has an amazing sense of humor.
He's kindhearted, sensitive to the feelings of others, and will talk your ear off, if given the chance. He loves his video games, as most preteen boys do, but he is just as happy to curl up and spend the day reading through a stack of books.
He hates being in front of the camera, but when he smiles, it makes his eyes light up, and you just want to smile with him.
He likes his blackberries and strawberries sprinkled with just a little sugar, and he could eat hamburgers every day.
He's going to grow up to be an amazing man one day, but for now, he still likes to be tucked in and kissed goodnight (2 kisses and 2 hugs for every year old he is).
And the most important thing?
He calls me mom.
And that makes my whole world.