my O...

My little Noah (nicknamed Oh-uh. Oh-ee, or just O) has been sick for almost a week but seemed to be back to his old self by last night. The illness has put him in my arms more often then usual, and I must say that I really love Noah.

Everyone loves Noah.

Noah is like a little spark of magic in the room. At the age of 2, he's pretty brilliant and I suspect he's smarter than I am. Spending time with Noah is rarely anything but entirely gratifying, even when he's sick. This week his little voice has been all raspy and it melts my heart. You have to know him to get why he's so intoxicating. I can't explain it...I keep searching for the words but you just can't know if you don't meet him.

Really, you just can't know.

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