metaphor?

this boy baby of mine is awe inspiring. i love this kid. we get to hang out while jae is at kindergarten. we play while we should clean. we sing when we should return phone calls. and we nap while we should be laundering all the things we get dirty in one day:) but it's awesome. and i wouldn't trade it for a thing!

yesterday i was feeding him spaghetti and bananas for lunch and while i was feeding him he was practicing his raspberries, spitting things out and just generally being a baby boy. so then we were done and i was cleaning things up and trying to figure out if his mess required a bath or if i could get away with just using a roll or two of papertowels:) when he reached up for me from his high chair--with his grubby little hands and an oh so messy smile.

are you kidding me? i couldn't help myself. i swung him up into a sqeeze and said, "i don't even care if you are a mess. i just wanna hold jah!"

as i said those words that Spirit whispered,

"that's how I feel about you".

wow.

i think there might be a metaphor here.