So there we were, having just woken-up to tiny squeaks for attention, gazing onto our third child’s wrinkled face.
All of those years of saying we were done, all of those months of stress and worry and frustration all amounted to this; a perfect little baby boy named Eli.
He was just hours old, lying in-between James and I, trying to focus on the faces in front of him.
“I love our little boy” I whispered to James.
“He’s a good boy” James replied.
That first morning with him was one of the sweetest moments of my life, one that I’ll always hold close to my heart.
Eli turned one today. I’m glad that we survived the first year and that we’re moving onto my favourite time…toddler years ( it’s actually my favourite, I’m not being sarcastic), but I’m also sad to see this chapter come to an end. I didn’t think that I’d be able to handle another kid and I feel like I’ve done a good job. I helps that Eli is such a darling. I couldn’t have asked for a better baby…but for real now, I want this one to be my last!
Words can’t begin to describe how much the four of us adore this little boy. He was clearly meant for all of us.
I get excited thinking ahead for our family, especially now that Eli is in the picture. I’m glad to have a buddy to keep me company and on my toes while the kids are busy at school. I’m looking forward to seeing his silly personality shine and watch him explore his world. I just love him so darn much.
He brings so many smiles to each and every day, how could I not gush about him?