He sleeps.
I type.
There is laundry, and dishes, and bills, and cleaning, and so many things to do in these few moments when he sleeps. I could sleep too. But I have to catch up, in here. My thoughts and memories will soon fade, and be replaced with new thoughts and memories, and I might forget these. I hope to fill in the details later, but for now, snippets will have to do.
I love him more than I ever imagined I could.
He has captured my heart and mind and every waking and sleeping moment and it is the most beautiful and precious thing. EVER.
His coo's melt me.
His breath calms me.
His wandering eyes make me stop and look at the simplicity of the objects he fixates on.
His hands are so soft when they stroke me back.
His eyelashes are getting darker.
His hair is disappearing, and changes from blond to red to light brown to blond to red to light brown to...
His eyes are still blue.
He becomes absolutely still when his diaper is filling. :)
He burps strong enough to make his Aunt Tyia proud.
He LOVES his baths. The warm water and floating in it. (YAY!!!)
He eats. All day long.
He sleeps. Rarely.
He has a best friend that has four legs and a beard. He loves to play with her beard and she lets him. (Oh Sadie, how lucky we are to have you!)
I stare at him. As much as I can and as often as possible. In daylight, and in nightlight. Even when I should be sleeping, and I'm delirious with tiredness, I can't take my eyes off him. He amazes me. He soothes me. He inspires me.
Asher Scott Huntsman, you have quite a story to be told. It began as soon as you did. It will have to wait for another day, because...
He stirs... (wait little buddy, I have just started to type!)
He wakes.
Dang. We'll try to catch up again later.
For now, there is a little 22 inch little man I'm going to go hold and cuddle and smell and feed.
These keys and the glow of this screen just don't compete anymore. ;)
