I am pretty smitten with my son. The extent totters on the ridiculous. I love to watch as he interacts with his environment. I love to make him smile & laugh. I know he is the most adorable thing I have ever seen. I sometimes have to make sure I’m not squeezing him too tightly when I’m getting my snuggles because I could honestly just hold him forever and be satisfied. This golden-haired angel has made me crazy.
As I lovingly dote on him after I’ve laid him down for his nap, I marvel at my precious child. Then the words, “I will risk no harm to him. He is precious to me” in Gandalf’s voice pop into my head, and I laugh at myself – hard. Suddenly, I am Gollum, and James is my own, my precious. So I tell myself to take it down a notch, you crazy nerd, and go get my chores done while I have a chance.