what little boys are made of

I love that my son asks to put on his rain boots so he can go out and jump in mud puddles. I love that he offers to help me unload the dishwasher but only makes it through the top rack before becoming distracted by using the tongs to "pinch" other silverware. I love that he still loves to cuddle for nap time, even if he directs exactly how I can hold him. I love listening to him beg his teddy bear to "give me your hand" and insisting, "I got'ch you, I got'ch you!" as he attempts to rescue him from the heights of the lamp where he was thrown. These are the things that made me smile from my deepest parts today.