MMB

I have this striped sweater. It's black and white and I got it for a great deal at Hollister. The sleeves are just a little bit longer than my wrists, and its neckline scoops about five inches below my neck. With a light cotton material, I am able to wear it on both warm days and cold.
What I'm trying to say is that it is the most perfect sweater I've ever owned.

Yet I would sell this perfect sweater, rip up every picture I have of me wearing it, and turn around and walk the other way if I saw a stranger walking on the street wearing my sweater if it would make this baby satisfied.
Maddox has got to be my most favorite thing in this entire world. I would give up the perfect sweater. I would give up my room. I would give him my heart if he needed it.

The funny thing is, I had no clue what true love was until I met him. I have always been a distant person, never very affectionate -- but this kid, he changes you. I could look into his eyes for hours at a time and never get bored. I can see things in those bright baby blue eyes. I can truly see his growing ideas, pure soul, and bright future.
I've stared into who I once thought was the love of my life's eyes, but it was nothing compared to this. When I stare into Maddox's eyes, I feel at home. Someday I'm gonna go off to college and build a life of my own, but I know that every time I visit my sister and peer into her son's eyes, i'll be home.