Monday, January 2

Four Months of Everett

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[Flashback photos because I discovered these on my memory card the other day and I can’t get over them]

My little man is now officially four months old. These have been the most challenging and by far the best and most wonderful four months of my life.

I’ve spent long nights rocking and bouncing and singing, changed hundreds of diapers and been leaked on and spit up on and had my hair pulled and my arms pinched. I’ve seen first smiles and heard first laughs; I’ve sang primary songs at 3 in the morning driving on dark neighborhood roads with a crying baby in the back seat. I’ve neglected laundry and dishes in favor of kissing a little fuzzy head or laying next to him as he napped and I didn’t feel guilty about it because like the poem says babies don’t keep.

This baby consumes my every thought and I don’t know how to describe it other than this, this being a mother, is so beautiful and lonely and trying and incredible, and it’s absolutely what I was born to do. Give me ALL the babies, I definitely need at least twenty more if they’re all as perfect as this one. ;)

I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.

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