...I'm holding my sleeping son in my arms. Riley and Leif aren't here. Its just me and Beck. The two of us.
I love it. We're bonding.
All keep thinking is "how wonderful and perfect is he?! I can't believe he's going to call me: mommy" I love him more and more each day. Its impossible for me to look at him and not thank God for His goodness. I want to remember this moment, him in his striped hat, snoring softly and I, wrapped in a blanket, kissing his soft cheeks over and over.