Heart broken

I love my son so much, it breaks my heart.
He's sitting in his swing right next to me, with a big grin on his face, big blues eyes sparkling, breaking my heart. Babbling while he plays with his pacifier, watching "Grey's Anatomy", and drooling all over the place.
I love watching him scoot and crawl around, it makes me proud to see him pull himself up like a big boy and walk along the couch. He makes me laugh with his funny faces as he sucks on his lower lip, looking over the side of the recliner at me. I laugh with him when I'm tickling his belly, tossing his in the air, or when we play peek-a-boo.
It hurts me when he falls and hits his head, that sad painful cry of his. I yell with him when he starts yelling for no reason, the two of us making a whole lot of racket together.

I love how that kid breaks my heart. <3