It's pretty different than being in love with a man.
If the object of my affection made rude bodily noises, I would probably be turned off. I don't think my son's burps are cute or anything - I just usually ignore them!
If my sweetheart gave me wet, sloppy kisses, I would probably gossip about it with my girlfriends or try to teach him how to kiss more effectively. These days, I just accept the sloppy ones and wipe the wettest slurps off of my face when he finally detaches from it.
And if my guy didn't make conversation on dates and just stared at his surroundings, I would dismiss him as a poor conversationalist and struggle to bring out the hilarious or interesting stories he is harboring.
When I go out with my son, I take a break from the chatter and just look at whatever is holding his interest - whether it is a ceiling fan or a laundry basket - to see it with new eyes.
Being in love with a baby is a lot of fun, but luckily, my heart has enough room for him AND my wonderful groom.
Written by Mrs. Haid. I just had to share it! I added a picture of my own baby, though, even though her's is super sweet! :o)
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