I have about 4.2 seconds before little Clarke wakes up for yet another feeding, so I'll make this short. He's two and a half weeks old, this miracle of ours, and already I can't imagine life without him.
Every morning after another long night as the sun comes up, (sometimes we're already awake and we listen to the birds chirping happily outside our window as the light grows and filters through) I look into baby's eyes and whisper, "Good morning, love. It's going to be a beautiful day today." We might not do anything special or even venture outside more than the walk it takes to pick up the day's mail, but it does always end up being another beautiful day because Clarke is now forever a part of our lives. His sweet spirit makes everything good. I'm loving these moments we've had alone together and I'm not really looking forward to getting back into "everyday life." I can afford to be selfish for a little while longer...right?
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He is so precious and I love all of his hair. =)
What a stud! And yes...the first few weeks are magical. And then the sleepless nights get really old, really fast. But...even with that, it's still a party and a half with our kid. Enjoy the ride, it really is an awesome one!
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