That's the sound of my heart. It goes a little bit like pitter, patter, click, click, snap, snap. The curious thing is, I can't hear or feel it unless this little guy is around to trigger it. It seems he's stolen it, and there is not sign of him giving it back. At least I know it is in good hands, and he will gladly relinquish it before I am ready.
When I look in to those eyes I see my future and my past in a giant blur of I-have-got-to-be-one-of-the-luckiest-girls-alive.
Someone stop me before I spoil this boy rotten!