Reasons why...

I love my son. I am crazy about him. It's going to be that time of the month for me and I'm all sappy so here it goes...
I know it's just an innate response to having your own child, but I really love everything he does. If he were someone else's child I don't think I would feel the same. Even when he is pitching a fit in a crowded store I know it's just cause he's tired or frustrated...it still pisses me off, but I get it. He doesn't want to be there and things aren't going his way. I get mad when that happens to me too.
I'm so happy he can talk now. He still mostly talks about what he wants and ignores a lot of what I say but he is absorbing it. He still occasionally uses sign language with me...especially when we are talking about animals. Sign language has proved useful when I want him to go wake daddy up but don't want to say it aloud and have Scott get mad at me. It helps when he sometimes doesn't pronounce words clearly and he can sign what he means.
When you ask Michael to do something like pick up his toys he says, "No tank you, momma." he will just politely decline. I, of course, will politely insist.
He loves to talk on the phone, he loves to sing (it's funny when he tries to sing songs from Mulan), he loves his cowboy hat (in fact, it's the only hat he likes to wear), he wants to always be on the go, he loves tractors...
I don't know if I ever told you that Michael thinks we live on a farm. We don't. There is a pasture behind our backyard complete with deer, coyotes, cows, rabbits, hawks and the occasional wild turkey. We have rabbits in the yard and lots of vegetation (We grow parsley, oregano, jalapenos, tomatoes, onions, chives, and hops). We also have a shed that looks like a barn. Michael often tries to "catch a rabbit". We actually live in a regular neighborhood so it's like the best of both worlds.
I just love life with Michael. I know I had a life before him, it just wasn't as....an indescribable feeling should be placed here.....full.
I am still amazed at how much you can love a person. I never knew it could be so strong and so instantaneous. I mean the second I found out I was pregnant with him and knew I was going to stay pregnant (if you didn't already know Mikey was my 4th pregnancy, I miscarried 3 before him and saw 2 different fertility specialists) I was in love. I was blown away by those first-time-you-hold-your-baby feelings and still am. Who knew this one time (and occasionally still ) party girl would have a person that she cared more about than herself....still surprises me. I might be a grown up after all.