my baby came to visit me. | i have loved him from the very first month of life and i feel extremely grateful to witness his terrifically terrible journey into toddler world. to his adorably defiant "no's", to his "i want what i want" stamps of feet, i cannot help but adore every bit, of every part, of who this tiny taurus soul is becoming. when i look at him, i see the face of his father. yet, one moment beyond that, the spirit and energy of his amazing mother comes shining through even stronger. he wears her mole on his face just as much as he wears her essence. he is head strong and beautiful and sweet and funny and lights up the room even when he isn't paying it, or you, no mind at all.