little kid, aged 9, is borderline weird in his love for me.
And I can't help but love it.
To say he is full of compliments is an understatement -- it's more like I have a miniature poet following me around on some days.
Today he came into my room and said, "You know, I've been thinking. I always talk about how you're gorgeous, because you are gorgeous, and I don't say that you also have a really good personality. Like, people really like you and I'm not just saying that because you're my mom. It's nice that you are even nicer on the inside."
I laughed at the sweetness and strangeness of that as he continued. "You're kind of like nature's candy; like you look good and you are good. But not to eat."
"Well...thank you? That's really nice of you to say, and wow on the nature's candy thing."
I mean, seriously.
For his future wife's sake, I hope he never outgrows it.