love in it's purest form

What I'm referring to is my son's love; every part of his existence.

The way he looks intently at the tv screen while he's playing a video game, the curious way he watches a learning show on his favorite cartoon channel, how his hair sticks up in sometimes four different spots after a long night of good sleep, his funny dances, the faces he makes just to make me laugh, the way he says "pleaaase?" with his hands together, his radiant, out-of-this-world smile, his giggle, the way he looks at the book pages while I read to him, his big blue eyes, his 'big neck hugs' (I refer to them as such so I don't a rip-off hug), the way he trusts me with everything in the world, his questions, his speech, every holiday that he makes a million and one times better, cuddling before bed next to his soft face, and so many more reasons.. so many.

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spring comes crashing

I've had too much going on to even scratch on my mini spiral notebook.
My son has been sick with tonsillitis, upper respiratory infection, and reseola. My grandpa is sick with diabetes and a sky-rocketing blood sugar level reaching up to 1000. My aunt is pretty much waiting to be diagnosed with lung cancer. I have inventory at work this Friday. I'm working overtime and running on low amounts of sleep. I'm lacking comfort and inspiration, but hopefully will be back sometime after the shit storm stops. I hope it stops, that is.. or slows down.
I'm still reading everyone, just not up to writing myself. And I do really hate that.

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