but chub for these little cheeks. That and the occasional basket full of clean laundry. Unfolded, but clean nonetheless.
The quilt he’s snuggled in is so perfect. April made it. We are truly kindred spirits. She can read my mind and knows my tastes perfectly. She moved away–been gone for about a year and a half. A gift like this is a sort of two edged sword. I love it, love it, love it and want to take everywhere I go. It also makes me miss April so much!!
Life here has been good. So good. I love babies. Or should I say my babies. I wasn’t much of a goo-er over babies until I started having my own. I love how they smell, the sounds they make, their breath… I love that every two hours or so I have to sit and snuggle to feed them. Really, I wish I could freeze time–or just slow it down and have a 2 week old baby for 2 weeks. No such luck. I feel like the month of March hardly existed and now it’s what, April? Yikes!
And look at him– he’s huge! I’m not sure how much he weighs now at 5 1/2 weeks, but at his 2 week check up he was just shy of 9 pounds and had grown an inch and a half!!
I just look at him and say to myself, “Remember this–how he looks, how it feels to hold him. He won’t remember this time– it’s all mine. These short months of tininess are God’s gift to mothers. The sweetness, perftection, complete dependence are just for me– to treasure, to see everytime I look at him, for the rest of his life.”
