It’s some crazy early hour in the morning. I’ve been up a good part of night. The baby usually gets up around 5 or 6. I’m downstairs and don’t want him to cry and have me not hear him. So I went upstairs to make a bottle and put it in his crib in hopes that he will find it when he gets up and not wake up my husband or our 3 year old.
When I found out I was pregnant with Jonah, I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to love him as much as I loved Noah. Noah is my little prince. He was our world. When Jonah arrived, he won my heart. I never knew what people meant when they said It didn’t matter how many kids you have, you always have a special place in your heart for each of them. Now I get it. As I went into the nursery to put Jonahs bottle in his crib I had to take a moment to just look at him. So precious, so sweet. I love him so much. After I took care of Jonah I went to check on Noah. I adore him. As I stood there watching him sleep, I was overcome with gratitude and love. I’m crazy about my boys They can make my head spin, but, every day I thank God I have been blessed with them.
My husband and I have talked about people who chose to have nothing to do with their children. Whether due to divorce or differences of opinions. That is something we can’t even begin to get our heads around. I can only guess those folks are so self centered or cold hearted. I could never imagine not wanting anything to do with my sons. They are my heart. My love. Everyday I am grateful for them. Thank you Lord for the beautiful little blessings you’ve brought into my life.