As his chubby hands reach for either side of my face and pull me in for a kiss, I look into his eyes and fall in love all over again.
His little soul is wise beyond his years and every day he looks up at me with his piercing green eyes and tells me “love you moon back mumma”.
When I hurt myself he kisses me better, when he hurts himself I kiss him better, we are a team.
He is the little boy who pushes me beyond my coping limits, but is also the wee cherub who I can’t stop smelling and kissing whenever he is near.
Every day I am grateful that he arrived to complete our family after we thought it already was.
We are all here to serve a purpose and I honestly feel that my ‘baby’ is here to walk this earth beside me for a special reason.
I firmly believe that some things are just meant to be, and he is one of them.
It’s amazing how much you can love. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I could love another person as much as I loved my first and second born.
But a mother’s love is infinite, circular and has no boundaries.
My three children are a part of me that I’ll never let go. They make me want to be a better person.
Being a mum has also made me realise how incredible my own mum is.