Through his eyes he saw everything. He didn't miss a beat. He may not have spoken much but, he knew all too well what he saw and what went on. He loved his family. He adored his siblings. He was adored by all.
Through his eyes, I often wondered just what did he think of this big place? The big place known as home. The place he awoke to and went to bed to every night. Did he think everything was funny? Did he see all the vibrant colors? Did he see the muted colors? Did he understand the differences between big and little?
Through his eyes he saw love, laughter, and lots of people who would do everything and anything for him. They carried him, talked to him, taught him many things. Now today he has given her a valuable lesson.
Walking to the kitchen while carrying him, she looked at him and had many of the random thoughts posted above but, while further watching him she realized that all she had done for him, and everything she continues to do he notices. He loves her unconditionally. He thinks she is the funniest, most beautiful person he has seen. She makes him smile when he is sad, she makes him laugh just because, she gives him kisses whenever and just because, she knows how to make him stop crying and she is always there.
Through his eyes she is a teacher, a friend, a nurse, but most of all she is his mom.