I didn't know what it would look like.
When I became.
"beebee."
But.
I took one look at this little man.
And though I had no idea.
What I was in for.
He.
Stole.
Me.
Heart.
And soul.
I become silly.
And light.
Completely in the moment.
In his company.
We run.
And skip.
And sit in the swing.
We hold hands.
And laugh.
And sing.
We make up stories.
About cowboy Amos.
Lassoing alligators.
And going on adventures.
With his trusty pup-pup.
We take naps.
And test the patience of the cats.
We eat popcicles.
And make lots of Facetime calls.
But.
The best part.
Of all.
The surprising part.
Is the love.
He gives to me.
His beebee.
It's been simple.
And sweet.
Pure.
And unexplainable.
This love I have for him.
It came.
Out.
Of no where.
And.
It's been the easiest thing.
I've ever.
Done.
