I LOVE MY LITTLE GUY!!! I was just sitting here with my nursing and thinking. . . .
I love studying his growing body. I love his getting-bluer-every-day eyes. I love the roses in his cheeks. I love that he has my husband’s ears. I love that his face is shaped like Elise’s, his sister in Heaven. I love that every day his eyelashes are getting longer and his eyebrows are getting darker. I love the smell of his sweet baby breath and his sweet baby poo. I love his chunky trunk. I love his big feet and his sausage toes. I love his dimples for knuckles and his chubby wrists. I love all his chins.
I love what he does. I love that he kicks and giggles in anticipation of his after-bath baby massage. I love that he belches like a sailor in a quiet, but crowded sanctuary. I love that he eats with audible gusto. I love that he unashamedly puts on the pounds.
I love the ego boost he gives me. I love that he watches me enter and leave a room. I love that he grins at me the most. I love that my voice can comfort him. I love realizing that God made my body especially for his little self right now. I alone can feed him perfectly. All my newly larger and softer spots perfectly cushion his nuzzling head and his tender legs. I love that when I’m with him — even at 2.5 months — he knows he’s safe and he’s home.
I love how he’s changed our lives. Television is now not as exciting as simply studying his face. I love watching my husband’s stress melt away when they snuggle. I love seeing Cricket the Wonder Dog fiercely protect this helpless pack member. I love learning to type with one hand. I love that pushing the stroller still feels like I’m playing house. I love discovering new aisles in department stores — aisles full of ointments and wipes, blocks and wagons, tiny saddle oxfords and dapper suits. I love that while I’m unshowered, uncombed, and undressed, my husband says I’m beautiful because I’m feeding our son. I love that, when they see us together, strangers easily start up conversations and friends thank the Lord. I love that amidst sleepless nights and crying jags this still feels like bliss. I love that after four years of learning from our time to mourn, we now have our time to dance.
Needless to say, I’m in love. After only 10 weeks, 1 day, and 7.5 hours, I’m captivated and fascinated, enthralled and in awe. And very, very blessed.
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I remember how I felt the dayafter our first born so was born. I realized that, this was a day like never before. When my husband took us both home for the first time, I remember howw I couldnlt wai for him to wake up in the morning so I could hold him and love him some more. What a gift such a bundle of love is! Paul was so thrilled to be a daddy, that, I rememeber him holding our little newborn son in his arms, and singing a little song of joy and happiness to him, “He’s my little baby boy!’ He was so happy. Such wondeful memories. Thank you Jesus. A beautiful post. Thank you for sharing this. You’re so generous with sharing your nuggets of special things with people.