It's really something special to have a baby

It really is. My favorite time of day is at night when i've put him in his crib, all bundled up and he's sleeping so soundly. I love going in to get Owen's pajamas and there's Simon, purring quitely, his binky having fallen out of his puckered mouth lies next to him. His lips are perfect, he is perfect because he is my baby. i pat him on his belly and feel the spirit so strong. he is a child of God and I am SO lucky to be caring for him on earth. he is special, so so special. I hope i never forget how i feel tonight. So very blessed. He's probably my last and i get a little sad thinking that 5 months has already flown by. Oh, he's so precious and amiable and jovial and perfect. My heart could burst tonight.

this last sentence was chopped from the above paragraph. but i still love his hair.

His hair line is my favorite. it reminds me of what carter probably looked like as a baby. His tiny blonde hair is coming in so perfectly around his face.