I've been writing this post in my head over the last few months since our baby was born.
3 months now.
3 short months ago he came into our lives and completed our family.
Each night when I wake up to feed my little guy these thoughts have been running through my head.
I felt like I finally needed to write them down.
It's anywhere from 2:00-3:30 am when we are up together. Just the two of us.
The house is silent and dark, aside from the soft glow from the lamp on my nightstand, and I sit in my bed staring at this incredibly beautiful face as he is breastfeeding. In these moments I am in awe. In awe that me and my husband created this little being. That he is ours. That these kids of ours have been entrusted to us to be taken care of, loved, and taught.
I am in love. In love with my life and my family. Yes I am exhausted, and yes part of me wishes I could give in and close my eyes and go back to sleep, but the other part of me is screaming 'No! Stay awake and stare at him as long as you can!' 'Breathe in that baby smell!' 'Memorize this moment!'
You see, this little one is my last baby.



