I’m not going to lie. I’ve been planning this blog post for a month. Ever since I read a blog from Jessica Shae’s blog. It’s taken about a month to gather all these pictures together so I imagined when I finally sat down to blog them it would be “an epic of epic epicness” as the Scott Pilgrim vs. The World trailer says. I would have so much to say I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Planes. Clouds. Secrets. Sunsets. Robots. Movies. Puppies. Babies. Tea. So many stories. But instead as I pieced these pictures together all those stories fell aside and lost their importance.

Instead I only saw one face as I scrolled through a months worth of pictures on my cell phone and only heard one question: “Can I touch your nose?”

Jack.

Trying to describe this 4 year old is a near impossible task. He’s obsessed with the color orange, knows his multiplication tables and what words like protruding mean. He has a self proclaimed “Adorable Tushkin” and would spend every waking moment playing DS if his mom would let him.

But besides that, at 4 years old, he sees something in me that most of the time I can’t see in myself.

To him, I’m always a good friend. When I have red paint on my face he checks to make sure it’s paint, not blood, just so I’m ok. When we arrive at his house and he climbs out of my car, after spending the whole day with me, he sweetly asks if I’m going to come inside and stay just a little longer. He makes sure I’m invited on family trips to the beach and wants me to be at his birthday party. He runs after me just to give me a kiss goodbye. When he crawls onto my lap, holds my hand, or wants to sit next to me “just because” all becomes right with the world. His giggles never fail to bring a smile to my face.

He loves me for me. Even when I don’t love me for me.

So today, instead of telling you stories of my month I’m asking you to look at the poeple in your life and appreciate the ones who love you unconditionally. The ones who bring tears to your eyes just thinking about them. Those are the people that matter. Even if they’re 4 years old.