I could eat him up. Honest to God, Aiden is so sweet sometimes, that I have to fight an overwhelming urge to bite right in. It's the little things he does sometimes that make him so irresistable, so moreish.
Like the way he'll take his sister's hand when we're walking. Or get upset if she doesn't come with us somewhere. Or always keep her close, herding her like a sheep dog when we're in a store. Gorgeous. He lovvveeeessss her.
Or the way he'll build an elaborate craft, or indoor construction site (usually something I may typically ask him to tidy up) and claim that he made it for me. "Do you like it? I made it for you Mommy. Do you like it?" ...please..what kind of Mommy would I be if I didn't just love it.
But what really gets me, is the way he can be so sensitive. How a slow, quiet song can make him cry. Not a big gulpy, I want my own way cry, but a gentle, lower lip quivering, eyes instantly filled with tears little cry. As if he is just overtaken by an emotional response. Kills me. Or how a big upset can only be cured by track #8 on my Hey Rosetta! CD.
Yesterday, during a quiet moment together, telling him as usual how much I adore him, his little lip started to go. It only lasted a little second, and he was back to him boisterous little self. But it slayed me.
You see, he might not express him emotions like all other kids, but, rest assured he has them. There's no child more loving, and more appreciative of love. More addicted to the warmth of his family. ...and he's ours. So, in many ways, even though we're a family with a lot of challenges, we're also a family with a lot of blessings.