Why I am smitten with my 8 year old

I am sitting on the couch wasting copious amounts of time on Facebook, when I hear the baby start crying. I figure I will wait a few minutes and see if he falls back asleep. When low and behold the crying stops. But it is replaced by a soft noise I can't quite make out. I creep down the hall and peek in the boys room and their is Tate with the baby in his arms reading a book to him and singing. Be still my heart, I am in love with that boy. He sees me in the door and with his biggest Tate grin tells me that he thought Gid would want to hear a story.

And that my friends is why I am completely head over heels in love with that boy.