At around 3 months of age I thought for sure my son was going to say “I love you”. He tried so hard to say it but he couldn’t manage the “lah” sound and the “you” was even harder. Just last month after 5 months of “kisses for my baby boy” on his cheek and millions of “I love yous” He almost had it down. Him and I were up alone one night and he grabbed my face with both of his hands and tried desperately to say “I love you”, then he gave me his first attempt at a kiss. You could tell what he was saying and doing but of course when I told people this no one believed me. Eventually a week or so later his father got to hear it. It’s something I wish I could have got on video but eventually he stopped the I love yous and decided to master hugs instead.
Not long after that my son decided he was going to start giving kisses and hugs all the time. Now every day when I pick him up out of his crib he hugs me tight and kisses me on the cheek. Slobber and all. Occasionally he rips part of my hair out as he’s doing it, but thats fine by me. Since he arrived I waited for these moments and now they’re here. These are the kind of things that make life worth living.