Trying to be...
2004-06-07 - 4:48 p.m.
So my little boo is exactly 3 weeks old, to the minute, as I compose this entry. This morning D and I were saying "how can it be 3 weeks already" while at the same time saying "how can it ONLY be 3 weeks?". Its hard to remember life before he joined our family....
It's impossible to describe how much I love this baby. It's a completely different kind of love than I've ever felt before. When I met D, I knew there was an attraction and a connection. And I knew that over time our feelings would get stronger. We fell in love quickly, but it still took time. And the love has grown and grown and grown over the years we've been together, and exists on so many different levels.
But love for a child is so different. I took one look at him, and was deeply, instantly in love (then again, I was in love with him when I still didn't know if it was a he or a she in my belly). I stare at him and think "I will never let anyone harm you" and "How can I make life better for you" and "I want to be the best person I can be for you" and all sorts of other grandiose thoughts.
I look at him and marvel that he is the most beautiful being I've ever seen. That every finger, toe, ear, nose, and wrinkle of skin is the most perfect I've ever seen. That every gurgle, sigh, cry, whine, and squeak is the most precious sound I've ever heard. That every movement made is the most fabulous movement I've ever seen.
I knew I would love being a mommy,but I really never had any idea just how much I would love it. I'm already seeing changes in my son, and can't wait to see the person he grows into. I love watching my husband become a father, and to see him look at the baby with a tenderness I've never seen before.
I love every minute of this journey so far....
though I am very sleepy and would enjoy a good night's sleep very much. And for my boobs to be a little less sore.
