babies are delicious.
and that is just about all there is.
i truly believe your life begins when your child is born.
you see everything through new eyes.
your mortality becomes excruciatingly real.
you love more.
your heart is so full, you honestly feel like it might explode.
yes...even more full than it felt at your wedding.
you don't know real love until you have a baby.
you don't understand the love of God until you have a baby.
I struggle with being a mother.
it takes everything i have.
and some days, i'm just not into it.
i have no patience.
i just want to go somewhere by myself, not have poop on my face, or be serenaded by the now constant whining noise that comes out of a certain baby's mouth.
but he forgets if i used my mom voice,
he forgets if i ignored him,
if i plopped him in front of sesame street too many times one day.
he looks at me with those big eyes,
he smiles at me whenever he sees me.
he always laughs at me.
he gives me big wet kisses on my lips and my cheek when i really need them.
he is so sweet when he sleeps...
i go into his room like 10 times a night after he has gone down to just look at him.
he cuddles with his toys.
if he wakes up, even briefly, and sees me...he has the biggest smile.
his baby days are quickly coming to an end,
and i already miss him.