I Love

People warned me that life with a newborn is rough, and while I had no trouble believing that is true, there was no way I could really understand until I experienced it. It's hard. It's awful to be achingly tired knowing that there's no hope of getting more than three hours of sleep at a time for months to come. It's difficult to deal with a fussy, crying, screaming baby while you're so tired you just want to cry yourself. And I do cry with him sometimes. And sometimes I cry just looking at him and marvelling at how beautiful he is, at what a miracle he is, at how lucky I am to have him. I'm so full of love.

I love...

- his quiet alert moments when he gazes at me intently with his bright eyes
- his cute little baby noises
- his warm weight as he sleeps curled up on my chest
- the silky hair on his velvety head
- the way he holds his fists on either side of his mouth when he eats
- the way he makes a dozen adorable faces as he slowly wakes from a deep sleep

... and so much more.