In my shoes, in my purse, I love that she knows the routine. Opening my wallet and pulling out my cards, she held my drivers license, tilted her head slightly smiling and said, "Mom-mom" in an endearing way.
I love the names she calls me. Each name I would have never guessed, but I love it most she has her own for me: Ma, Mamma, Mom-mom.
Rowan patiently waits his turn, then smiles and coo's and does his best to want to talk, too.
What a wonderful season in life.
