I just love being this kid's mom. When I see him I can literally feel my heart swell with pride. He is the happiest little boy I have ever met. He loves petting Diddy. He loves riding in the grocery cart at Target. He loves getting the mail. He loves car rides. He loves shutting the door. Everyday Paul discovers something new that simply amazes him. And he smiles and laughs at this new information. He just can't believe life is so fun and exciting and incredible.
I remember when he was just a few weeks old and I would be feeding him in the middle of the night and would cry at the thought of someday someone hurting my precious, perfect baby's feelings. I feel that way about Paul's happiness. I always want Paul to feel like the world has an unlimited amount of possibility, that he can do whatever he wants to do, that everyday will be a new adventure. It hurts me to think about things happening in his life that will try to take away from this inner positive shine. It is heartbreaking to think about some asshole who may try and cloud Paul's perception of who he is. As I think of these scenarios, I can't help but hope that if anyone tries to tell Paul his dreams are simply fantasies, he will flash one of his million dollar smiles and tell them to go to hell.