Roark is certainly keeping me busy these days...he is my full-time job, and I love it. The benefits are WONDERFUL. This morning, I made up a song called "Morning tickles create morning giggles." I love, love, LOVE, hearing his giggle.
He is still a cuddler, loves to roll around and army scoot all over.
I know I say this all the time, but I truly think my heart is going to burst when I think about how much I love him. How much I hope he loves life, enjoys everything, and is an all-around happy kid. Is that too much pressure? I sure hope not.
