This baby, well he is just perfect. As perfect as babies who spit up and have blow outs can be. He loves me. That is all I need to know. He looks up at me in the morning from his crib and I am totally in awe. His aliveness, his moving chest and blinking eyes. Blue eyes, baby blue. His eyes amaze me. Not just because they are his eyes but because I imagine that is what his brother's eyes would have looked like. And my heart swells and tears and rips and heals and breaks day after day.
Can you imagine here we are at another Thanksgiving. A common trend on FB is posting what you are grateful for each day. Seems innocent enough. Of course I am not a joiner to these types of things. Yet I still think today what am I thankful for? Thankful for my two legs that work to move forward each day. Thankful for my sight as I watch the reds, golds and orange leaves fall to the ground. Thankful for my living children and the gift they are to me. Thankful for my missing son who taught me that love at first sight is instant and forever no matter how brief.
I would really love to sit and read. I made a Goodwill run a couple of weeks ago but have yet to crack the spines. Life gets in the way too often these days. Sitting in silence with a book is something that I am working on.
Been working on some prints for the nursery. Work in progress but I think I am slowly getting the hang of it.
|Working on a cute way to display a family tree.|
|Well because my children appreciate good music ;)|
|Matches the bedding theme. Thinking about doing an alphabet wall .|
I hope you are all finding something to be thankful for.