The Two Year Old Named Caleb

He keeps me company while Jason's at work. His giggle is the best sound in the world. He can be serious or silly, snuggly or wiggly, but he's always precious and sweet.

He jumps on his bed and says "Hap-py Hap-py Hap-py" over and over. He sees a doughnut in the supermarket and with a hopeful look my way says "Cookie?" while his little fingers swiftly sign "more, please."

He's our bud, our little man, our little boy, who's growin' up way too quick. He's got blonde, high-lighted hair that already turns heads. One day, he'll be a lady killer. ;) He gets excited about rain, can even say the word, and has no problems running outside half naked just to look up in wonder as water comes down from the sky.

He holds my hand while he walks down stairs, runs to me when he gets an "owwie", and clings to my leg as we wade through the lake. After two and a half years, he finally says "mama"; Lord, how I love hearing his little voice!

He's my precious boy, my two year old, my sweet Caleb.

I don't ever want to forget these days.