A Lovely Morning

This morning I fed Grant his second breakfast, burped him, and changed his diaper. He had fallen fast asleep, so I swaddled him up all cozy and scooped him up to lay him back down in his crib. As I held him in my arms, it felt so natural. It was like he had always had a spot in my arms, or at least he had always been meant to be cradled in them. To be loved in them. To forevermore be cuddled and hugged in them.

I was washed over with such a motherly feeling. I am a mom. This angel little boy is mine, and he will be mine forever. It's an amazing thing. It's the greatest thing. It's what life is all about: families.

Sometimes when I look into my son's eyes, shaded from the deepest to lightest of blues, I get overwhelmed with the same feeling I have when I look into his daddy's eyes: that I am gazing into the depths of eternity.