It's 8:18PM and my son is asleep on my lap. His tiny, perfect little hands are clasped in front of him ever so lightly. He sleeps with his mouth slightly open, even though he breaths out of his nose every so often he sighs with contentment and my nostrils fill with the milky sweet scent of his breath. I know I should transfer him to his bouncer, but he's growing so fast... I don't want to move him. I know I am not the only parent who feels their children are growing too fast so I'm comforted that I'm not alone. Somewhere, there is a momma with a sleeping baby on her lap, wishing the moment infinite.
This isn't my first blog, but it's the first time I'm a mom and the first time I'm a wife. It's exhilarating to to be in the moment of firsts, but it's exhausting trying to capture everything around me. I have so much to share, so here's to my blog and my beautiful, wonderful life.
This isn't my first blog, but it's the first time I'm a mom and the first time I'm a wife. It's exhilarating to to be in the moment of firsts, but it's exhausting trying to capture everything around me. I have so much to share, so here's to my blog and my beautiful, wonderful life.
