P2

It’s been 7 weeks since you were lifted into our lives, screaming angrily and immediately occupying a huge place in my heart.  I have loved this time that we’ve had… just the two of us… getting to know each other, and I look forward to the weeks and years ahead as you begin to show who you really are. 

Right at this moment though, you’re such a sweet little guy… laid back and just happy to be a part of our family.  You get downright pissed when you’re hungry, but other than that you rarely cry.  You’re incredibly tolerable of your brother’s sometimes over-zealous affection, and more than anything you love to be held snuggled up close.  

When you sleep, you look exactly like L.A. did as a baby.  It’s almost scary, really.

You have this one little pointy ear that I simply adore.  I asked your doctor with a hopeful voice if it would stay that way forever, and he laughed, reminding me that if it did you probably wouldn’t love it as much as I do.  Only time will tell though…

Your little lashes are just starting to grow, but I can already tell they’re going to be amazingly long just like your daddy and your brother. 

And your smooshy little lips?  Oh, I just want to kiss them every chance I get.

I love everything about you, but the thing that melts me the most is when you look up at me with your big eyes… so trusting, so inquisitive, and still so new. 

I was so worried before you were born.  I spent days and nights wondering how I could possibly have enough room in my heart to love you equally, and I didn’t want you to ever feel that I didn’t.  The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I had more than enough love and in these past seven weeks, that has been confirmed time and time again.