"Eye me, Mommy," he says, with his head lying next to me on the pillow. I give him a butterfly kiss with my eyelashes, and he explodes into giggles. Then he brings his face over to mine, and tries to "eye" me, but he can't stop laughing and the eyelash kiss morphs into a wet, sloppy face-bump.I'm trying to think of a more modest, or less saccharin way to say this, but he is simply an angel, with a little golden halo of flyaway hair. Sure, he has his moments, and his unreasonable demands, but for the most part he is just a happy, snuggly, impossibly sweet little guy. This is a kid who wears his cat-tail around the house, remember.
Today Luke had a friend over and the two older boys were not exactly being nice to Zach, so I kept Zach occupied while we did our own thing. Then we started playing with water balloons - Zach's favorite pastime ever - and Luke and his friend wanted in. At that point, Zach only had five water balloons left, but he gave two to each of the older boys without hesitation. Because that is just the kind of guy he is.
The other day Luke told me, "Mom, I feel like every time Zach sees the blimp, it's like he's getting a present." I thought about this and realized that it is true, in a way. No one gets more excited about the blimp (or a balloon) than Zach, and no one is more fun to watch when he is excited (his trademark circular gallop). He has so much pure, unadulterated joy in even the simplest things that it's a joy to watch in and of itself.
Has it only been three years since we've known him? Impossible.
I love you, my three-year-old boy.
