A Special kind of special...

It takes a special kind of special to wear these slippers outside because you got your tennis shoes wet running through a sprinkler even though you weren't supposed to.

It takes a special kind of special to wear your shorts backwards...ALL THE TIME.Ah-yes. It takes a special kind of special to be this little boy. You know, with the leftover burrito and Spanish rice on his face and snot running out of his nose and eyebrows furrowed. Ah-my special boy.

I love him tons! Even with the burrito on his face and the snot running out his nose. Even though his favorite word is stupid. Even though he sasses me like there's no tomorrow. Even though he acts like he doesn't know how to pick up when it's time. Even though he wakes up in the most horrible moods be it from sleeping all night or a short nap. Even though he says Daddy is his best friend and not me. Especially when he gives me a kiss and says, "Thank you Momma" when I wipe his bottom. Especially when he gives me a kiss and says, "I love you Momma" when I tell him I love him. Especially when I say "I love you Connor~big..."And he finishes with "big as the moon far as the stars and more!" Always. My pain in the...my Connor.