When Jake's happy, he pats my back or his knee or the dinner table and grins.
When Jake's in my arms and we sing, he takes my hand.
When he sings, his little lisp is adorable. His head wobbles and he gives it his all.
When we watch Thomas, he says their names as they appear on-screen.
When we watch Winnie the Pooh, he jumps to his feet and dances.
When I say "Mammy...Daddy...Nana...Grandad...Uncle Mick!" he does too...and the best part is when he says "Cul Mick".
When it's bedtime, Jake lights up and gives his Nana a hug and cuddles into her. He's a good boy.
When I tell him I love him, he says "I you!" and means it.
Jake laughs at almost everything. He is the happiest little boy in the world and I love him to bits. He makes me so proud to say "Jake is my son." And when I think of him, which is often, my heart warms and I often stop just to be thankful to be the dude Jake calls "Daddy."
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