Caterpillar sure has been stealing our hearts lately.  He started life off as such a firecracker, but over time he’s taught me to love him they way he needs to be loved.

It’s not the same as me.

It’s rough.  It’s playful.  It’s silly when I am trying to get things done.

He loves to get out in the sun and he plays hard.

He’s all boy.

I always wondered if applying stereotypes like that to kids was a good thing. Good or not, it just is the truth with him.  He’s so different from Monkey, but every bit as wonderful.

I love you little man.  You make me get out of bed when I don’t feel like it.  You drag me outside for fresh air when I’d rather hide from the world inside.  You make me laugh almost as hard as your Daddy.  Not in a sillyheart way like Monkey, but in a calculated, well-planned out, we’re gonna get mom rolling kind of way.

It took me a while to see how good you are for me, and for that, I’m sorry.  But you are.  You are perfect for me and our family and I love you, little buddy.

I hope you never change.