I'm currently gushing over his smiles that he saves just for me, his giggles, his cuddles.
I really don't know if I will ever get over him.
He's been pushing boundaries, learning what "no" means, and melting my heart every other second.
What a balancing act it is between overwhelming insecurity that I'm not getting it right and overwhelming settledness that this is right where God has me.
This motherhood thing is all-consuming, all-exhausting, life changing.
At the end of most days, my hands and my heart are tired and weary, but full to the brim.
Today, I am letting the gift I've been given seep into my skin and settle into my bones. This is good. This is love.
I give thanks.
And when my little person pulls on me and needs me and I find myself at the end of, well, all of me, I'll give thanks then, too.