I overheard this conversation a while ago:
Sam (my husband): Miles, you're my favourite son.
Miles: You're my favourite moon.
He makes me laugh a hundred times a day. He speaks pretty good Spanish, and loves to do everything his dad does. Miles likes weddings (going to them and talking about my work). He is cheerful and smart and I know that I am very blessed to have such a neat little guy in my life.
He's 3 going on 73 in his grandpa loafers and pj's:
Holding a snake in Pinawa:
Hanging out in Gimli: